When death, the great Reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity. Autor: George Eliot Copy Quote More from George Eliot “So much of our early gladness vanishes utterly from our memory: we can never re…” “But let the wise be warned against too great readiness at explanation: it multi…” “When you are quite well enough to travel, Latimer, I shall take you home with m…” “I should be glad to see a good change in anybody, Mr. Godfrey.' she answered, w…”