“I thirsted for the unknown: the thirst is gone. O God, let me stay with the known, and be weary of it: I am content.” — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“Just as I am watching a tongue of blue flame rising in the fire, and my lamp is burning low, the horrible contraction will begin in my chest. I shall only have time to reach the bell, and pull it… — Mary Ann Evans Copy Share Image
