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Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
George Eliot
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"Heaven help us," said the old religion; the new one, from its very lack of that faith, will teach us all the more to help one another.
George Eliot
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Our consciences are not all of the same pattern.
George Eliot
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Might, could, would - they are contemptible auxiliaries.
George Eliot
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Two angels guide The path of man, both aged and yet young. As angels are, ripening through endless years, On one he leans: some call her Memory, And some Tradition; and her voice is sweet, With deep mysterious accords: the other, Floating above, holds down a lamp with streams A light divine and searching on the earth, Compelling eyes and footsteps. Memory yields, Yet clings with loving check, and shines anew, Reflecting all the rays of that bright lamp Our angel Reason holds. We had not walked But for Tradition; we walk evermore To higher paths by brightening Reason's lamp.
George Eliot
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He was at a starting point which makes many a man's career a fine subject for betting, if there were any gentlemen given to that amusement who could appreciate the complicated probabilities of an arduous purpose. . . .
George Eliot
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There is no short-cut no patent tram-road, to wisdom. After all the centuries of invention, the soul's path lies through the thorny wilderness which must still be trodden in solitude, with bleeding feet, with sobs for help, as it was trodden by them of old time.
George Eliot
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Education was almost entirely a matter of luck — usually of ill-luck — in those distant days.
George Eliot
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We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves.
George Eliot
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College mostly makes people like bladders-just good for nothing but t'hold the stuff as is poured into 'em.
George Eliot
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I care only to know, if possible, the lasting meaning that lies in all religious doctrine from the beginning till now.
George Eliot
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There is heroism even in the circles of hell for fellow-sinners who cling to each other in the fiery whirlwind and never recriminate.
George Eliot
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The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.
George Eliot
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He hated the thought of the past; there was nothing that called out his love and fellowship toward the strangers he had come amongst; and the future was all dark.
George Eliot
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The bow always strung ... will not do.
George Eliot
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Until every good man is brave, we must expect to find many good women timid--too timid even to believe in the correctness of their own best promptings, when these would place them in a minority.
George Eliot
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There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.
George Eliot
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Only those who know the supremacy of the intellectual life──the life which has a seed of ennobling thought and purpose within──can understand the grief of one who falls from that serene activity into the absorbing soul-wasting struggle with worldly annoyances.
George Eliot
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But what we strive to gratify, though we may call it a distant hope, is an immediate desire; the future estate for which men drudge up city alleys exists already in their imagination and love.
George Eliot
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But what is opportunity to the man who can't use it?
George Eliot
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Appearances have very little to do with happiness.
George Eliot
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Jubal had a frame Fashioned to finer senses, which became A yearning for some hidden soul of things, Some outward touch complete on inner springs That vaguely moving bred a lonely pain, A want that did but stronger grow with gain Of all good else, as spirits might be sad For lack of speech to tell us they are glad.
George Eliot
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What is better than to love and live with the loved? – But that must sometimes bring us to live with the dead; and this too turns at last into a very tranquil and sweet tie, safe from change and injury.
George Eliot
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The wrong that rouses our angry passions finds only a medium in us; it passes through us like a vibration, and we inflict what we have suffered.
George Eliot
