George Meredith, OM (12 February 1828 – 18 May 1909) was an English novelist and poet of the Victorian era. He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature seven times.
Speech is the small change of silence.
O have a care of natures that are mute!
Memoirs are the backstairs of history.
I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
We are betrayed by what is false within
Swift doth young Love flee, And we stand wakened, shivering from our dream.
There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.
As we to the brutes, poets are to us.
Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life! - In tragic hints here see what evermore Moves dark as yonder midnight ocean's force, Thundering like ramping hosts of warrior horse, To throw that faint thin fine upon the shore!
A woman who is not quite a fool will forgive your being but a man, if you are surely that. . .
Always imitate the behavior of the winners when you lose.
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.
Chance works for us when we are good captains.
Kissing don't last: cookery do!
Behold the life at ease; it drifts, The sharpened life commands its course.
George Eliot has the heart of Sappho; but the face, with the long proboscis, the protruding teeth of the Apocalyptic horse, betrayed animality.
That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!
Observation is the most enduring of the pleasures of life.
It's past parsons to console us: No, nor no doctor fetch for me: I can die without my bolus; Two of a trade, lass, never agree! Parson and Doctor!--don't they love rarely Fighting the devil in other men's fields! Stand up yourself and match him fairly: Then see how the rascal yields!
The man or country that fights priestcraft and priests is to my mind striking deeper for freedom than can be struck anywhere.