Quotes by Meredith, George

"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!"

Meredith, George on age and aging   

"Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity."

Meredith, George on duty   

"She poured a little social sewage into his ears."

Meredith, George on gossip   

"The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination."

Meredith, George on imagination   

"Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl."

Meredith, George on jealousy   

"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."

Meredith, George on kisses and kissing   

"The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures."

Meredith, George on love   

"Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within."

Meredith, George on passion   

"Caricature is rough truth."

Meredith, George on art   

"Speech is the small change of silence."

Meredith, George on speech   

"Memoirs are the backstairs of history."

Meredith, George on biography   

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

Meredith, George on certainty   

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

Meredith, George on women
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"That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!"

Meredith, George on common sense   

"Kissing don't last: cookery do!"

Meredith, George on cooking   

"Cynicism is intellectual dandyism."

Meredith, George on cynics and cynicism   

"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."

Meredith, George on death   

"We who have seen Italia in the throes,Half risen but to be hurled to ground, and now,Like a ripe field of wheat where once drove plough,All bounteous as she is fair, we think of thoseWho blew the breath of life into her frame:Cavour, Mazzini, Garibaldi: Three:Her Brain, her Soul, her Sword; and set her freeFrom ruinous discords, with one lustrous aim. "

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