“Consider him indulgently: the Egoist is the Son of Himself. He is likewise the Father. And the son loves the father, the father the son; they reciprocate affection through the closest of ties; and shall they view behaviour unkindly wounding… — George Meredith Copy Share Image
Earth, the mother of all, Moves on her stedfast way, Gathering, flinging, sowing. Mortals, we live in her day, She in her children is growing. — George Meredith Copy Share Image
In tragic life, God wot, No villain need be! Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within. — George Meredith Copy Share Image
Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity. — George Meredith Copy Share Image
Prayer for worldly goods is worse than fruitless, but prayer for strength of soul is that passion of the soul which catches the gift… — George Meredith Copy Share Image
And if I drink oblivion of a day, / So shorten I the stature of my soul. — George Meredith Copy Share Image
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,… — George Meredith Copy Share Image
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… — George Meredith Copy Share Image
