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.
The well of true wit is truth itself.
Observation is the most enduring of the pleasures of life.
The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.
It is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him
See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?
Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.
And if I drink oblivion of a day, So shorten I the stature of my soul.
Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting: So were it with me if forgetting could be willed. Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring, Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled.
A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.
But O the truth, the truth. The many eyes That look on it The diverse things they see.
Always imitate the behavior of the winners when you lose.
Full lasting is the song, though he, The singer, passes.
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose, Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend. . . He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.