Rebecca Mead's My Life In Middlemarch Is A Wise, Humane, And Delightful Study Of What Some Regard As The Best Novel In English. Mead Has Discovered An Original And Highly Personal Way To Make Herself An Inhabitant Both Of The Book And Of George Eliot's Imaginary City. Though I Have Read And Taught The Book These Many Years I Find Myself Desiring To Go Back To It After Reading Rebecca Mead's Work.
Fathers And Mothers Have Lost The Idea That The Highest Aspiration They Might Have For Their Children Is For Them To Be Wise... Specialized Competence And Success Are All That They Can Imagine.
A Foolish Man Tells A Woman To Stop Talking, But A Wise Man Tells Her That Her Mouth Is Extremely Beautiful When Her Lips Are Closed.
"the Myths," Says Horace In His Ars Poetica, "have Been Invented By Wise Men To Strengthen The Laws And Teach Moral Truths." While Horace Endeavored To Make Clear The Very Spirit And Essence Of The Ancient Myths, Euhemerus Pretended, On The Contrary, That "myths Were The Legendary History Of Kings And Heroes, Transformed Into Gods By The Admiration Of The Nations." It Is The Latter Method Which Was Inferentially Followed By Christians When They Agreed Upon The Acceptation Of Euhemerized Patriarchs, And Mistook Them For Men Who Had Really Lived.
I Am Really Sorry To See My Countrymen Trouble Themselves About Politics. If Men Were Wise, The Most Arbitrary Princes Could Not Hurt Them. If They Are Not Wise, The Freest Government Is Compelled To Be A Tyranny. Princes Appear To Me To Be Fools. Houses Of Commons And Houses Of Lords Appear To Me To Be Fools; They Seem To Me To Be Something Else Besides Human Life.
I Care Not Whether A Man Is Good Or Evil; All That I Care / Is Whether He Is A Wise Man Or A Fool. Go! Put Off Holiness, / And Put On Intellect.
I'm Always Kind Of Contradictory To What People Want And What's Selling. But Maybe I Should Care Now Because I Have Two Or Three More Outlets. I Have To Be More Adaptable Color-wise To What People Want. It's Usually Just Black And Pink, And That's It.
