George EliotThinkers

Adventure is not outside man... it is within.

Anger is a luxury of sorts. A man deep-wounded may feel too much pain to feel it much.

Anger is a mystery. To understand and explain our gusts and storms would require us to take into account that great deal of unmapped country within us.

Conceited need not be pitied, for the conceited carry their comfort about with them.

Death is the king of this world, a world in which he breeds life to feed himself, and in which cries of pain provide the music for his banquet.

Distrust is the most lonely of loneliness.

Family is the one place where human souls are able to feel that hey are joined for life... where human souls can be with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

Hatred is like fire, it makes even light rubbish deadly.

Iteration is like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.

Jealousy is torture in that it can never turn away its eyes from the thing that pains it.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Justice is like the kingdom of God in that it lies within us as a great yearning rather than without us as a fact.