Maxioms by George Eliot
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in read more
There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence.
The responsibility of tolerance lies in those who have the wider vision.
The responsibility of tolerance lies in those who have the wider vision.
The reward of one duty done is the power to fulfill another
The reward of one duty done is the power to fulfill another
Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.
Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.
