119 Quotes by George Meredith

How many a thing which we cast to the ground, When others pick it up, becomes a gem!

Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.

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.

Much benevolence of the passive order may be traced to a disinclination to inflict pain upon oneself.

What a woman thinks of women is the test of her nature.

We know the degree of refinement in people by the matter they laugh at and the ring of the laugh.

Heiresses are never jilted.

Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.