So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence; live… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
How will you find good? It is not a thing of choice; it is a river that flows from the foot of… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“I was dead to worldly ambitions, to social vanities, to all the incentives within the compass of her narrow imagination, and I… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Man finds his pathways: at first they were foot-tracks, as those of the beast in the wilderness; now they are swift and… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
O may I join the choir invisible of those immortal dead who live again in minds made better by their presence; live… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
May I reach That purest heaven - be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony; Enkindle generous ardor,… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
In the chequered area of human experience the seasons are all mingled as in the golden age: fruit and blossom hang together;… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
There are various orders of beauty, causing men to make fools of themselves in various styles. — George Eliot Copy Share
But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on… — George Eliot Copy Share
Scepticismcan never be thoroughly applied, else life would come to a standstill. — George Eliot Copy Share
Under every guilty secret there is hidden a brood of guilty wishes, whose unwholesome infecting life is cherished by the darkness. — George Eliot Copy Share
The most powerful movement of feeling with a liturgy is the prayer which seeks for nothing special, but is a yearning to escape from… — George Eliot Copy Share
“[W]e must learn to accommodate ourselves to the discovery that some of those cunningly-fashioned instruments called human souls have only a very limited range… — George Eliot Copy Share
“Mr. Casaubon had never had a strong bodily frame, and his soul was sensitive without being enthusiastic: it was too languid to thrill out… — George Eliot Copy Share
“... she took her husband's jokes and joviality as patiently as everything else, considering that "men would be so", and viewing the stronger sex… — George Eliot Copy Share
What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity. — George Eliot Copy Share
And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better. — George Eliot Copy Share
“But let the wise be warned against too great readiness at explanation: it multiplies the sources of mistake, lengthening the sum for reckoners sure… — George Eliot Copy Share
“But any one watching keenly the stealthy convergence of human lots, sees a slow preparation of effects from one life on another, which tells… — George Eliot Copy Share
Perspective, as its inventor remarked, is a beautiful thing. What horrors of damp huts, where human beings languish, may not become picturesque through aerial… — George Eliot Copy Share
“Sane people did what their neighbours did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.” — George Eliot Copy Share
even those who call themselves 'intimate' know very little about each other - hardly ever know just how a sorrow is felt, and hurt… — George Eliot Copy Share
