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George Meredith Quotes

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

George Meredith (1862). “Modern Love and Poems of the English Roadside: With Poems and Ballads”, p.203

Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.

'The Ordeal of Richard Feverel' (1859) ch. 12

The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay.

George Meredith (1922). “The Complete Works of George Meredith”, p.5567, Library of Alexandria

Caricature is rough truth.

George Meredith (1995). “The Egoist”, p.309, Wordsworth Editions

We never know what's in us till we stand by ourselves.

"The Complete Works of George Meredith".

God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman!

George Meredith (1922). “The Complete Works of George Meredith”, p.603, Library of Alexandria

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

George Meredith (1922). “The Complete Works of George Meredith”, p.5155, Library of Alexandria

Speech is the small change of silence.

'The Ordeal of Richard Feverel' (1859) ch. 34

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

George Meredith (1862). “Modern Love and Poems of the English Roadside: With Poems and Ballads”, p.73

Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.

George Meredith (1922). “The Complete Works of George Meredith”, p.3540, Library of Alexandria

Observation is the most enduring of the pleasures of life.

George Meredith (1897). “Diana of the Crossways: A Novel”, p.129, Wayne State University Press

Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.

George Meredith (1897). “Diana of the Crossways: A Novel”, p.122, Wayne State University Press

My religion of life is always to be cheerful.

George Meredith, William Maxse Meredith (1913). “Letters of George Meredith: 1882-1909”

Kissing don't last: cookery do!

'The Ordeal of Richard Feverel' (1859) ch. 28

Chance works for us when we are good captains.

George Meredith (1995). “The Egoist”, p.404, Wordsworth Editions

As we to the brutes, poets are to us.

George Meredith (2008). “Diana of The Crossways”, p.225, ReadHowYouWant.com