George Meredith

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A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.
- George Meredith
Collection: Power
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Memoirs are the backstairs of history.
- George Meredith
Collection: History
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Don't just count your years, make your years count.
- George Meredith
Collection: Birthday
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Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.
- George Meredith
Collection: Jealousy
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The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.
- George Meredith
Collection: Imagination
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Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.
- George Meredith
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Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul when hot for certainties in this our life!
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Speech is the small change of silence.
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I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
- George Meredith
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Kissing don't last: cookery do!
- George Meredith
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Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.
- George Meredith
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Cynicism is intellectual dandyism.
- George Meredith
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There is nothing the body suffers the soul may not profit by.
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A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.
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Always imitate the behavior of the winners when you lose.
- George Meredith
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The well of true wit is truth itself.
- George Meredith
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Caricature is rough truth.
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The man of science is nothing if not a poet gone wrong.
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She poured a little social sewage into his ears.
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Bring the army of the faithful through.
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I expect that Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
- George Meredith
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The man or country that fights priestcraft and priests is to my mind striking deeper for freedom than can be struck anywhere.
- George Meredith
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Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.
- George Meredith
Collection: Death
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There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.
- George Meredith
Collection: Adversity
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The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay.
- George Meredith
Collection: Debt
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We are betrayed by what is false within
- George Meredith
Collection: Being Yourself
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God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman!
- George Meredith
Collection: Blessing
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Poetry is talking on tiptoe.
- George Meredith
Collection: Talking
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We never know what's in us till we stand by ourselves.
- George Meredith
Collection: Knows
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How many a thing which we cast to the ground, When others pick it up, becomes a gem!
- George Meredith
Collection: Casts
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Always imitate the behaviour of the winners when you lose.
- George Meredith
Collection: Success
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What a woman thinks of women is the test of her nature.
- George Meredith
Collection: Women
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The man who has no mind of his own lends it to the priests.
- George Meredith
Collection: Men
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Observation is the most enduring of the pleasures of life.
- George Meredith
Collection: Pleasure
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Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.
- George Meredith
Collection: Heart
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My religion of life is always to be cheerful.
- George Meredith
Collection: Cheerful
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As we to the brutes, poets are to us.
- George Meredith
Collection: Poet
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Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting: So were it with me if forgetting could be willed. Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring, Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled.
- George Meredith
Collection: Spring
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Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.
- George Meredith
Collection: Perfect
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Swift doth young Love flee, And we stand wakened, shivering from our dream.
- George Meredith
Collection: Love
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Much benevolence of the passive order may be traced to a disinclination to inflict pain upon oneself.
- George Meredith
Collection: Pain
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I know him, February's thrush, And loud at eve he valentines On sprays that paw the naked bush Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.
- George Meredith
Collection: Valentine
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Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars.
- George Meredith
Collection: Stars
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A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.
- George Meredith
Collection: Kissing
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The future not being born, my friend, we will abstain from baptizing it.
- George Meredith
Collection: Born
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Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!
- George Meredith
Collection: Stars
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Sentimentalists are they who seek to enjoy without incurring the Immense Debtorship for a thing done.
- George Meredith
Collection: Done
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But O the truth, the truth. The many eyes That look on it The diverse things they see.
- George Meredith
Collection: Eye
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And if I drink oblivion of a day, / So shorten I the stature of my soul.
- George Meredith
Collection: Soul