It is one of the secrets in that change of mental poise which has been fitly named conversion, that to many among us neither heaven nor earth has any… - George Eliot

I see a face of love, Fair as sweet music when my heart was strong: Yea — art thou come again to me, great Song?" The face bent over him like silver night In long-remembered summers; that calm light Of days which shine in firmaments of thought, That past unchangeable, from change still wrought.

Ugly and deformed people have great need of unusual virtues, because they are likely to be extremely uncomfortable without them.

That quiet mutual gaze of a trusting husband and wife is like the first moment of rest or refuge from a great weariness or a great danger — not to be interfered with by speech or action which would distract the sensations from the fresh enjoyment of repose.