Quote

Every man who is not a monster, a mathematician, or a mad philosopher, is the slave of some woman or other.

George Eliot

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

George Eliot
Age: 61 †
Born: 1819
Born: November 22
Died: 1880
Died: December 22
Editor
Essayist
Journalist
Novelist
Philosopher
Poet
Translator
Writer
Mary Anne Evans
Mary Ann Evans
Marian Evans
Mary Anne Evans Cross
Mary Anne Cross
Mad
Philosopher
Slave
Woman
Every
Men
Monster
Mathematician
Monsters

More quotes by George Eliot

Image
When one wanted one's interests looking after whatever the cost, it was not so well for a lawyer to be over honest, else he might not be up to other people's tricks.
George Eliot
Image
Memory, when duly impregnated with ascertained facts, is sometimes surprisingly fertile.
George Eliot
Image
We are all of us born in moral stupidity, taking the world as an udder to feed our supreme selves
George Eliot
Image
The prevarication and white lies which a mind that keeps itself ambitiously pure is as uneasy under as a great artist under the false touches that no eye detects but his own, are worn as lightly as mere trimmings when once the actions have become a lie.
George Eliot
Image
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
George Eliot
Image
Men and women are but children of a larger growth.
George Eliot
Image
Joy is the best of wine.
George Eliot
Image
The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.
George Eliot
Image
One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.
George Eliot
Image
The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
George Eliot
Image
Genius is the capacity for receiving and improving by discipline.
George Eliot
Image
There are men whose presence infuses trust and reverence.
George Eliot
Image
The egoism which enters into our theories does not affect their sincerity rather, the more our egoism is satisfied, the more robust is our belief.
George Eliot
Image
Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again the parted hills are left scarred if there is a new growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair.
George Eliot
Image
What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?
George Eliot
Image
Of a truth, Knowledge is power, but it is a power reined by scruple, having a conscience of what must be and what may be whereas Ignorance is a blind giant who, let him but wax unbound, would make it a sport to seize the pillars that hold up the long-wrought fabric of human good, and turn all the places of joy as dark as a buried Babylon.
George Eliot
Image
Examining the world in order to find consolation is very much like looking carefully over the pages of a great book in order to find our own name . ... Whether we find what we want or not, our preoccupation has hindered us from a true knowledge of the contents.
George Eliot
Image
You are discontented with the world because you can't get just the small things that suit your pleasure, not because it's a world where myriads of men and women are ground by wrong and misery, and tainted with pollution.
George Eliot
Image
When the soul is just liberated from the wretched giant's bed of dogmas on which it has been racked and stretched ever since it began to think, there is a feeling of exultation and strong hope.
George Eliot
Image
With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is not a repented error shaken loose from the life: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavors and the tinglings of a merited shame.
George Eliot