From stone’s point of view the universe is hardly created and mountain ranges are bouncing up and down like organ-stops while continents zip backward and forward in general high spirits, crashing into each other from the sheer joy of momentum and getting their rocks off.

All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred.

When we become proud, we operate outside the grace God only gives to the humble. Humility preserves us; pride destroys us.

We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.

Written By George Eliot

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