The growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.
(From her greatest novel, Middlemarch. A few years ago, 125 of the world's most celebrated authors were asked for their "top 10" lists. Middlemarch ranked #10 -- behind only Anna Karenina, Madame Bovary, War and Peace, Lolita, Huckleberry Finn, Hamlet, The Great Gatsby, Remembrance of Things Past, and Chekhov's short stories.)
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