George Eliot
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?
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Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.