George Eliot

Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.

All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.

I at least have so much to do in unraveling certain human lots, and seeing how they were woven and interwoven, that all the light I can command must be concentrated on this particular web, and not dispersed over that tempting range of relevancies called the universe.

Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.

If it’s your job to eat a frog, it’s best to do it first thing in the morning. And If it’s your job to eat two frogs, it’s best to eat the biggest one first.

People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built.

Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.

We must make the world honest before we can honestly say to our children that honesty is the best policy.

New ideas come into this world somewhat like falling meteors, with a flash and an explosion, and perhaps somebody

I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.

They are not only idle who do nothing, but they are idle also who might be better employed.

What’s the point of having great knowledge and keeping them all to yourself?

Should not every apartment in which man dwells be lofty enough to create some obscurity overhead, where flickering shadows may play at evening about the rafters?

I am a child of the House of Commons. I was brought up in my fathers house to believe in democracy. Trust the peoplethat was his message.

The world is his who has money to go over it.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

Youth is unduly busy with pampering the outer person.

The hearing ear is always found close to the speaking tongue; and no genius can long or often utter anything which is not invited and gladly entertained by men around him.

Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit.