George Meredith
George Meredith
George Meredith, OMwas an English novelist and poet of the Victorian era...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 February 1828
fighting past men
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!
men two topsy-turvy
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.
men poetry gone
The man of science is nothing if not a poet gone wrong.
men forgiving fool
A woman who is not quite a fool will forgive your being but a man, if you are surely that. . .
country fighting men
The man or country that fights priestcraft and priests is to my mind striking deeper for freedom than can be struck anywhere.
knowledge men blow
Cultivated men and women who do not skim the cream of life, and are attached to the duties, yet escape the harsher blows, make acute and balanced observers.
women men lasts
I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
struggle reflection men
Comedy is a game played to throw reflections upon social life, and it deals with human nature in the drawing-room of civilized men and women, where we have no dust of the struggling outer world, no mire, no violent crashes, to make the correctness of the representation convincing.
men mind atheism
The man who has no mind of his own lends it to the priests.
men literature ends
Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.
prayer men praying-to-god
Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.
enter
Enter these enchanted woods, / You who dare.
desires fain fling love
Love that so desires would fain keep her changeless; / Fain would fling the net, and fain have her free.
catch glory hard love whom winning
She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, / Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!