Quotes by George Meredith

Those stiffened limbs, that swollen face, - / Pollution's last and best embrace, / Will call, as such a picture can, / For retribution upon man.

Young love hung dim, yet quivering round him threw / Beams of fresh fire, while Beauty waned and bowed. / Scorn Love, and dread the doom for you.

She heard the snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer. She had to cease to pray.

Our fitful heart a wild reflection views.

When I had shed my glad year's leaf, / I did believe I stood alone, / Till that great company of Grief / Taught me to know this craving heart / For not my own.

Rich labour is the struggle to be wise / While we make sure the struggle cannot cease. / Else better were it in some bower of peace

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

Bring the army of the faithful through.

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