See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries? George Meredith More Quotes by George Meredith More Quotes From George Meredith Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay. George Meredith gardennaturedeath There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by. George Meredith adversitysoulsuffering Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered. George Meredith prayerspiritualmen We are betrayed by what is false within George Meredith being-singlebeing-yourselfbetrayed The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay. George Meredith debthardestpay A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power. George Meredith treasurewittybeauty Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end. George Meredith endsliteraturemen Caricature is rough truth. George Meredith roughartistart The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war. George Meredith patriotismegowar Speech is the small change of silence. George Meredith small-changessilencefunny A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are. George Meredith memorialprayerdeath God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman! George Meredith good-womanblessing The sun is coming down to earth, and the fields and the waters shout to him golden shouts. George Meredith goldenfieldswater Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life! - In tragic hints here see what evermore Moves dark as yonder midnight ocean's force, Thundering like ramping hosts of warrior horse, To throw that faint thin fine upon the shore! George Meredith horseoceanmoving Full lasting is the song, though he, / The singer, passes. George Meredith immortalitysingerssong Swift doth young Love flee, And we stand wakened, shivering from our dream. George Meredith youngdreamlove As we to the brutes, poets are to us. George Meredith brutespoet Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious. George Meredith witsimplicityperfect Kissing don't last: cookery do! George Meredith kissingcookingfood Sunrays, leaning on our southern hills and lighting George Meredith sunsetlaughtersong
