You say they create their own reality," said Veronika, "but what is reality?

There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.

Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

All the learnin&#39; my father paid for was a bit o&#39; birch at one end and an alphabet at the other.

We hand folks over to God&#39;s mercy, and show none ourselves.

Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.

But human experience is usually paradoxical, that means incongruous with the phrases of current talk or even current philosophy.

Life began with waking up and loving my mother&#39;s face.

Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.

Written By George Eliot