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Speech is the small change of silence.
George Meredith
I expect that Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
George Meredith
Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.
George Meredith
Cynicism is intellectual dandyism.
George Meredith
The well of true wit is truth itself.
George Meredith
Always imitate the behavior of the winners when you lose.
George Meredith
Kissing don't last: cookery do!
George Meredith
She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won.
George Meredith
There is nothing the body suffers the soul may not profit by.
George Meredith
What a woman thinks of women is the test of her nature.
George Meredith
Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.
George Meredith
The sun is coming down to earth, and the fields and the waters shout to him golden shouts.
George Meredith
Comedy is a game played to throw reflections upon social life, and it deals with human nature in the drawing-room of civilized men and women, where we have no dust of the struggling outer world, no mire, no violent crashes, to make the correctness of the representation convincing.
George Meredith
Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.
George Meredith
She [Comedy] it is who proposes the correcting of pretentiousness, of inflation, of dulness, and of the vestiges of rawness and grossness to be found among us. She is the ultimate civilizer, the polisher, a sweet cook.
George Meredith
Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul when hot for certainties in this our life!
George Meredith
But O the truth, the truth. The many eyes That look on it! The diverse things they see.
George Meredith
Full lasting is the song, though he, The singer, passes.
George Meredith
How many a thing which we cast to the ground, When others pick it up, becomes a gem!
George Meredith
For singing till his heaven fills, 'Tis love of earth that he instils, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which overflows To lift us with him as he goes.
George Meredith
Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.
George Meredith
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.
George Meredith
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