George Eliot Has The Heart

Earth Knows No Desolation. She Smells Regeneration In The Moist Breath Of Decay.

I Expect Woman Will Be The Last Thing Civilized By Man.

Poetry Is Talking On Tiptoe.

I've Studied Men From My Topsy-turvy Close, And I Reckon, Rather True. Some Are Fine Fellows: Some, Right Scurvy; Most, A Dash Between The Two.

Cultivated Men And Women Who Do Not Skim The Cream Of Life, And Are Attached To The Duties, Yet Escape The Harsher Blows, Make Acute And Balanced Observers.