In nothing more is the English genius for domesticity more notably declared than in the institution of this festival-almost one may call it-of afternoon tea...the mere chink of cups and saucers tunes the mind to happy repose. — George Gissing Copy Share Image
Money is made at Christmas out of holly and mistletoe, but who save the vendors would greatly care if no green branch were procurable?… — George Gissing Copy Share Image
It is familiarity with life that makes time speed quickly. When every day is a step in the unknown, as for children, the days… — George Gissing Copy Share Image
Time is money says the proverb, but turn it around and you get a precious truth. Money is time. — George Gissing Copy Share Image
Perhaps it is while drinking tea that I most of all enjoy the sense of leisure. — George Gissing Copy Share Image
The mind which renounces, once and for ever, a futile hope, has its compensation in ever-growing calm. — George Gissing Copy Share Image
“I don't advise. You mutn't give any weight to what I say, except in so far as your own judgment approves it.” — George Gissing Copy Share Image
“The truth was that nature had endowed them with a larger share of brains than was common in their circle, and had added that… — George Gissing Copy Share Image
Money is made at Christmas out of holly and mistletoe, but who save the vendors would greatly care if no green branch were procurable? — George Gissing Copy Share Image
I have the happiness of a passing moment, and what more can mortal ask? — George Gissing Copy Share Image
For the man sound of body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and… — George Gissing Copy Share Image
Human creatures have a mervellous power of adapting themselves to necessity. — George Gissing Copy Share Image
I am much better employed from every point of view, when I live solely for my own satisfaction, than when I begin to worry… — George Gissing Copy Share Image
“One doesn’t like to do brutal things if one can avoid them, you know.” — George Gissing Copy Share Image
I hate with a bitter hatred the names of lentils haricots - those pretentious cheats of the appetite, those tabulated humbugs, those certified aridites… — George Gissing Copy Share Image
