George Meredith Quotes

George Eliot Has The Heart Of Sappho; But The Face, With The Long Proboscis, The Protruding Teeth Of The Apocalyptic Horse, Betrayed Animality.

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.

Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.

What A Dusty Answer Gets The Soul When Hot For Certainties In This Our Life!

Prepare, You Lovers, To Know Love A Thing Of Moods: Not Like Hard Life, Of Laws.

Sentimentalists Are They Who Seek To Enjoy Without Incurring The Immense Debtorship For A Thing Done.

The Well Of True Wit Is Truth Itself.

Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of Her Breasts.

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.

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.

Possession Without Obligation To The Object Possessed Approaches Felicity.

But O The Truth, The Truth. The Many Eyes That Look On It The Diverse Things They See.