George Meredith Quotes

Chance works for us when we are good captains.

The well of true wit is truth itself.

Memoirs are the backstairs of history.

For singing till his heaven fills, 'Tis love of earth that he instills, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which over flows To lift us with him as he goes.

Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.

Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.

But O the truth, the truth. The many eyes That look on it The diverse things they see.

A woman who is not quite a fool will forgive your being but a man, if you are surely that. . .

I've studied men from my topsy-turvy Close, and I reckon, rather true. Some are fine fellows: some, right scurvy; Most, a dash between the two.

O have a care of natures that are mute!

Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.

The song seraphically free Of taint of personality, So pure that it salutes the suns The voice of one for millions, In whom the millions rejoice For giving their one spirit voice.

How many a thing which we cast to the ground, When others pick it up, becomes a gem!

A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.

We know the degree of refinement in people by the matter they laugh at and the ring of the laugh.

Prayer for worldly goods is worse than fruitless, but prayer for strength of soul is that passion of the soul which catches the gift it seeks.

Could I find a place to be alone with heaven, I would speak my heart out heaven is my need.

Earth, the mother of all, Moves on her stedfast way, Gathering, flinging, sowing. Mortals, we live in her day, She in her children is growing.

Behold the life at ease; it drifts, The sharpened life commands its course.

The future not being born, my friend, we will abstain from baptizing it.

Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.

George Eliot has the heart of Sappho; but the face, with the long proboscis, the protruding teeth of the Apocalyptic horse, betrayed animality.

I expect that Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.

Kissing don't last: cookery do !

Cynicism is intellectual dandyism without the coxcomb's feathers.

Ah what a dusty answer gets the soul when hot for certainties in this our life!

Kissing don't last: cookery do.

Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity and that he acknowledges the end.

Cultivated men and women who do not skim the cream of life and are attached to the duties yet escape the harsher blows make acute and balanced observers.

She heard the snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer. She had to cease to pray.

Prayer for worldly goods is worse than fruitless but prayer for strength of soul is that passion of the soul which catches the gift it seeks.

Who rises from prayer a better man his prayer is answered.

We are betrayed by what is false within.

Memoirs: the backstairs of history.

A witty woman is a treasure a witty beauty is a power.