It is just that I don’t know how I could live without the hope of her. It would be like learning to live with wooden legs.

I was raised thinking I&#39;d burn in hell for being gay, but I didn&#39;t have a choice. It&#39;s just who I am.

I can even work out your personality problems to ten decimal places if it will help.

How can a man’s candour be seen in all its lustre unless he has a few failings to talk of? But he had an agreeable confidence that his faults were all of a generous kind—impetuous, arm-blooded, leonine; never crawling, crafty, reptilian.

Written By George Eliot

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