Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.
George Eliot (1819 - 1880)
Source: Poems: Oh may I join the choir invisible
Contributed by: Zaady
So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.
For character too is a process and an unfolding. . . among our valued friends is there not someone or other who is a little too self confident and disdainful. . . .
Source: Middlemarch, bk. 2, ch. 15, 1871.
Children demand that their heroes should be fleckless, and easily believe them so . . .
Source: Daniel Deronda, bk. 2, ch. 16, 1876.
There is hardly any mental misery worse than that of having our own serious phrases, our own rooted beliefs, caricatured by a charlatan or a hireling.
Source: Felix Holt, The Radical, ch. 11 (1866).
Best friend, my wellspring in the wilderness!
Source: The Spanish Gypsy, bk. 3, 1868.
Boots and shoes are the greatest trouble of my life. Everything else one can turn and turn about, and make old look like new; but there's no coaxing boots and shoes to look better than they are.
Source: Uncommon Scold, by Abby Adams, 1989.
Breed is stronger than pasture.
Each thought is a nail that is driven In structures that cannot decay; And the mansion at last will be given To us as we build it each day.
Life is measured by the rapidity of change, the succession of influences that modify the being.
Source: Felix Holt, The Radical,
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