Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.

The way you treat me.... If it would be someone else in your place , would have been in a ditch.

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

I am not magnanimous enough to like people who speak to me without seeming to see me.

Written By George Eliot

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