The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures. 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 garden nature death There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by. George Meredith adversity soul suffering Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered. George Meredith prayer spiritual men We are betrayed by what is false within George Meredith being-single being-yourself betrayed The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay. George Meredith debt hardest pay A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power. George Meredith treasure witty beauty Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end. George Meredith ends literature men Caricature is rough truth. George Meredith rough artist art The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war. George Meredith patriotism ego war Speech is the small change of silence. George Meredith small-changes silence funny 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 memorial prayer death God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman! George Meredith good-woman blessing The sun is coming down to earth, and the fields and the waters shout to him golden shouts. George Meredith golden fields water 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 horse ocean moving Full lasting is the song, though he, / The singer, passes. George Meredith immortality singers song Swift doth young Love flee, And we stand wakened, shivering from our dream. George Meredith young dream love As we to the brutes, poets are to us. George Meredith brutes poet Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious. George Meredith wit simplicity perfect Kissing don't last: cookery do! George Meredith kissing cooking food Sunrays, leaning on our southern hills and lighting George Meredith sunset laughter song
