Many fiction writers write for the critics or for themselves; they forget the common reader. I never do. I don't think journalism clashes with my fiction; on the contrary, it helps enormously.

What you are to do without me I cannot imagine.

Liza. If I cant have kindness, I'll have independence. Higgins. Independence? That's middle class blasphemy. We are all dependent on one another, every soul of us on earth.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other, to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories

No chemical process shows a more wonderful activity than the transforming influence of the thoughts we imagine to be going on in another.

We are children of a large family, and must learn, as such children do, not to expect that our little hurts will be made much of - to be content with little nurture and caressing, and help each other the more.

Scenes which make vital changes in our neighbors' lot are but the background of our own, yet, like a particular aspect of the fields and trees, they become associated for us with the epochs of our own history, and make a part of that unity which lies in the selection of our keenest consciousness.

He had no ideal world of dead heroes; he knew little of the life of men in the past; he must find the beings to whom he could cling with loving admiration among those who came within speech of him.

Throughout their friendship Deronda had been used to Hans' egotism, but he had never before felt intolerant of it: when Hans, habitually pouring out his own feelings and affairs, had never cared for any detail in return, and, if he chanced to know any, had soon forgotten it

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?