Quotations from the Project Gutenberg Editions of the Collected Works of George Meredith

Part 5

Chapter 54,131 wordsPublic domain

A cloud of millinery shoots me off a mile from a woman A kind of anchorage in case of indiscretion A night that had shivered repose A tear would have overcome him--She had not wept A wound of the same kind that we are inflicting A string of pearls: a woman who goes beyond that's in danger A dash of conventionalism makes the whole civilized world kin A bone in a boy's mind for him to gnaw and worry Admires a girl when there's no married woman or widow in sight Affectedly gentle and unusually roundabout opening After forty, men have married their habits Aimlessness of a woman's curiosity Alike believe that Providence is for them All concessions to the people have been won from fear Am I thy master, or thou mine? An instinct labouring to supply the deficiencies of stupidity An old spoiler of women is worse than one spoiled by them! And life said, Do it, and death said, To what end? And never did a stroke of work in my life And now came war, the purifier and the pestilence And one gets the worst of it (in any bargain) Anticipate opposition by initiating measures Appealed to reason in them; he would not hear of convictions Appetite to flourish at the cost of the weaker Are we practical?' penetrates the bosom of an English audience Art of speaking on politics tersely As fair play as a woman's lord could give her As to wit, the sneer is the cloak of clumsiness As for titles, the way to defend them is to be worthy of them Automatic creature is subject to the laws of its construction Beauchamp's career Beautiful servicelessness Better for men of extremely opposite opinions not to meet Boys are unjust Braggadocioing in deeds is only next bad to mouthing it Calm fanaticism of the passion of love Canvassing means intimidation or corruption Carry a scene through in virtue's name and vice's mask Comfortable have to pay in occasional panics for the serenity Compassionate sentiments veered round to irate amazement Consult the family means--waste your time Contemptuous exclusiveness could not go farther Convict it by instinct without the ceremony of a jury Convictions are generally first impressions Cordiality of an extreme relief in leaving Country can go on very well without so much speech-making Cowardice is even worse for nations than for individual men Crazy zigzag of policy in almost every stroke (of history) Dark-eyed Renee was not beauty but attraction Death within which welcomed a death without Decline to practise hypocrisy Despises the pomades and curling-irons of modern romance Dialectical stiffness Dignity of sulking so seductive to the wounded spirit of man Discover the writers in a day when all are writing! Disqualification of constantly offending prejudices Dogs die more decently than we men Dreads our climate and coffee too much to attempt the voyage Effort to be reticent concerning Nevil, and communicative Efforts to weary him out of his project were unsuccessful Empty magnanimity which his uncle presented to him Energy to something, that was not to be had in a market Feigned utter condemnation to make partial comfort acceptable Feminine pity, which is nearer to contempt than to tenderness Fine eye for celestially directed consequences is ever haunted Fit of Republicanism in the nursery Forewarn readers of this history that there is no plot in it Fretted by his relatives he cannot be much of a giant Frozen vanity called pride, which does not seek to be revenged Give our courage as hostage for the fulfilment of what we hope Give our consciences to the keeping of the parsons Given up his brains for a lodging to a single idea Good maxim for the wrathful--speak not at all Grief of an ill-fortuned passion of his youth Had come to be her lover through being her husband Half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole Hates a compromise Haunted many pillows He was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity He condensed a paragraph into a line He runs too much from first principles to extremes He bowed to facts He lost the art of observing himself He had expected romance, and had met merchandize He smoked, Lord Avonley said of the second departure He never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents Heights of humour beyond laughter Holding to his work after the strain's over--That tells the man Hopes of a coming disillusion that would restore him How angry I should be with you if you were not so beautiful! Humour preserved her from excesses of sentiment I can confess my sight to be imperfect: but will you ever do so? I do not think Frenchmen comparable to the women of France I cannot say less, and will say no more If there's no doubt about it, how is it I have a doubt about it? Immense wealth and native obtuseness combine to disfigure us Impossible for him to think that women thought Impudent boy's fling at superiority over the superior In India they sacrifice the widows, in France the virgins Incessantly speaking of the necessity we granted it unknowingly Infallibility of our august mother Inflicted no foretaste of her coming subjection to him Irony provoked his laughter more than fun Irritability at the intrusion of past disputes It would be hard! ay, then we do it forthwith It is not high flying, which usually ends in heavy falling Leader accustomed to count ahead upon vapourish abstractions Led him to impress his unchangeableness upon her Let none of us be so exalted above the wit of daily life Levelling a finger at the taxpayer Love, that has risen above emotion, quite independent of craving Love's a selfish business one has work in hand Made of his creed a strait-jacket for humanity Making too much of it--a trick of the vulgar Man owes a duty to his class Mankind is offended by heterodoxy in mean attire Mark of a fool to take everybody for a bigger fool than himself Martyrs of love or religion are madmen May not one love, not craving to be beloved? Men had not pleased him of late Mental and moral neuters Money's a chain-cable for holding men to their senses More argument I cannot bear Never was a word fitter for a quack's mouth than "humanity" Never pretend to know a girl by her face No heart to dare is no heart to love! No case is hopeless till a man consents to think it is No stopping the Press while the people have an appetite for it No man has a firm foothold who pretends to it None but fanatics, cowards, white-eyeballed dogmatists Oggler's genial piety made him shrink with nausea On which does the eye linger longest--which draws the heart? Once called her beautiful; his praise had given her beauty Oratory will not work against the stream, or on languid tides Parliament, is the best of occupations for idle men Passion is not invariably love Past fairness, vaguely like a snow landscape in the thaw Peace-party which opposed was the actual cause of the war Peculiar subdued form of laughter through the nose People with whom a mute conformity is as good as worship People is one of your Radical big words that burst at a query Planting the past in the present like a perceptible ghost Play the great game of blunders Please to be pathetic on that subject after I am wrinkled Pleasure-giving laws that make the curves we recognize as beauty Politics as well as the other diseases Practical or not, the good people affectingly wish to be Prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol Press, which had kindled, proceeded to extinguished Presumptuous belief Protestant clergy the social police of the English middle-class Push indolent unreason to gain the delusion of happiness Ready is the ardent mind to take footing on the last thing done Rebellion against society and advocacy of humanity run counter Reproof of such supererogatory counsel Scotchman's metaphysics; you know nothing clear She was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling She had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep Shun comparisons Shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any kind of posturing Silence and such signs are like revelations in black night Slaves of the priests Small things producing great consequences So the frog telleth tadpoles Socially and politically mean one thing in the end Story that she believed indeed, but had not quite sensibly felt Straining for common talk, and showing the strain Style resembling either early architecture or utter dilapidation That a mask is a concealment The girl could not know her own mind, for she suited him exactly The critic that sneers The religion of this vast English middle-class--Comfort The slavery of the love of a woman chained The turn will come to us as to others--and go The language of party is eloquent The defensive is perilous policy in war The healthy only are fit to live The system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven The world without him would be heavy matter The weighty and the trivial contended The rider's too heavy for the horse in England The greater wounds do not immediately convince us of our fate The people always wait for the winner The defensive is perilous policy in war The family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper's The infant candidate delights in his honesty The tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write Their hearts are eaten up by property Their not caring to think at all There is no step backward in life There may be women who think as well as feel; I don't know them There is no first claim There's nothing like a metaphor for an evasion They may know how to make themselves happy in their climate They have their thinking done for them They're always having to retire and always hissing Thirst for the haranguing of crowds This girl was pliable only to service, not to grief Those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh Those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions Threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs Times when an example is needed by brave men To beg the vote and wink the bribe Tongue flew, thought followed Too many time-servers rot the State Trust no man Still, this man may be better than that man Unanimous verdicts from a jury of temporary impressions Use your religion like a drug Virtue of impatience We do not see clearly when we are trying to deceive We women can read men by their power to love We could row and ride and fish and shoot, and breed largely We dare not be weak if we would We were unarmed, and the spectacle was distressing We can't hope to have what should be We have a system, not planned but grown We are chiefly led by hope We're treated like old-fashioned ornaments! Welcomed and lured on an adversary to wild outhitting Well, sir, we must sell our opium What ninnies call Nature in books When he's a Christian instead of a Churchman Where love exists there is goodness Who cannot talk!--but who can? Without a single intimation that he loathed the task Wives are only an item in the list, and not the most important Women don't care uncommonly for the men who love them Women must not be judging things out of their sphere Won't do to be taking in reefs on a lee-shore Wonderment that one of her sex should have ideas Wooing a good man for his friendship World cannot pardon a breach of continuity You are not married, you are simply chained You're talking to me, not to a gallery

THE TRAGIC COMEDIANS, V1 [GM#67][GM67V10.TXT]4461

Barriers are for those who cannot fly Be good and dull, and please everybody Centres of polished barbarism known as aristocratic societies Clotilde fenced, which is half a confession Comparisons will thrust themselves on minds disordered Compromise is virtual death Conservative, whose astounded state paralyzes his wrath Creatures that wait for circumstances to bring the change Dissent rings out finely, and approval is a feeble murmur Do you judge of heroes as of lesser men? Empanelled to deliver verdicts upon the ways of women Fantastical Finishing touches to the negligence Gone to pieces with an injured lover's babble Gradations appear to be unknown to you He had to go, he must, he has to be always going He stormed her and consented to be beaten His violent earnestness, his imperial self-confidence I have learnt as much from light literature as from heavy I would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you If you have this creative soul, be the slave of your creature Imagination she has, for a source of strength in the future days Looking on him was listening Love the difficulty better than the woman Metaphysician's treatise on Nature: a torch to see the sunrise Music in Italy? Amorous and martial, brainless and monotonous Not much esteem for non-professional actresses Pact between cowardice and comfort under the title of expediency Philosophy skimmed, and realistic romances deep-sounded Polished barbarism Scorned him for listening to the hesitations (hers) She felt in him a maker of facts Strength in love is the sole sincerity The brainless in Art and in Statecraft The way is clear: we have only to take the step The worst of omens is delay Time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable Time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away To have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind Two wishes make a will Venerated by his followers, well hated by his enemies Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? Win you--temperately, let us hope; by storm, if need be World voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly

THE TRAGIC COMEDIANS, V2 [GM#68][GM68V10.TXT]4462

Above all things I detest the writing for money Beginning to have a movement to kiss the whip Dignitary, and he passed under the bondage of that position Giant Vanity urged Giant Energy to make use of Giant Duplicity Hesitating strangeness that sometimes gathers during absences His apparent cynicism is sheer irritability I give my self, I do not sell Night has little mercy for the self-reproachful Not in a situation that could bear of her blaming herself O for yesterday! Professional widows Self-consoled when they are not self-justified Want of courage is want of sense We shall not be rich--nor poor Work of extravagance upon perceptibly plain matter

THE TRAGIC COMEDIANS, V3 [GM#69][GM69V10.TXT]4463

A tragic comedian: that is, a grand pretender, a self-deceiver At the age of forty, men that love love rootedly Hosts of men are of the simple order of the comic Men in love are children with their mistresses Providence and her parents were not forgiven She ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each Trick for killing time without hurting him Weak souls are much moved by having the pathos on their side

THE TRAGIC COMEDIANS, ENTIRE [GM#70][GM70V10.TXT]4464

A tragic comedian: that is, a grand pretender, a self-deceiver Above all things I detest the writing for money At the age of forty, men that love love rootedly Barriers are for those who cannot fly Be good and dull, and please everybody Beginning to have a movement to kiss the whip Centres of polished barbarism known as aristocratic societies Clotilde fenced, which is half a confession Comparisons will thrust themselves on minds disordered Compromise is virtual death Conservative, whose astounded state paralyzes his wrath Creatures that wait for circumstances to bring the change Dignitary, and he passed under the bondage of that position Dissent rings out finely, and approval is a feeble murmur Do you judge of heroes as of lesser men? Empanelled to deliver verdicts upon the ways of women Fantastical Finishing touches to the negligence Giant Vanity urged Giant Energy to make use of Giant Duplicity Gone to pieces with an injured lover's babble Gradations appear to be unknown to you He had to go, he must, he has to be always going He stormed her and consented to be beaten Hesitating strangeness that sometimes gathers during absences His violent earnestness, his imperial self-confidence His apparent cynicism is sheer irritability Hosts of men are of the simple order of the comic I give my self, I do not sell I have learnt as much from light literature as from heavy I would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you If you have this creative soul, be the slave of your creature Imagination she has, for a source of strength in the future days Looking on him was listening Love the difficulty better than the woman Men in love are children with their mistresses Metaphysician's treatise on Nature: a torch to see the sunrise Music in Italy? Amorous and martial, brainless and monotonous Night has little mercy for the self-reproachful Not much esteem for non-professional actresses Not in a situation that could bear of her blaming herself O for yesterday! Pact between cowardice and comfort under the title of expediency Philosophy skimmed, and realistic romances deep-sounded Polished barbarism Professional widows Providence and her parents were not forgiven Scorned him for listening to the hesitations (hers) Self-consoled when they are not self-justified She ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each She felt in him a maker of facts Strength in love is the sole sincerity The worst of omens is delay The way is clear: we have only to take the step The brainless in Art and in Statecraft Time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away Time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable To have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind Trick for killing time without hurting him Two wishes make a will Venerated by his followers, well hated by his enemies Want of courage is want of sense We shall not be rich--nor poor Weak souls are much moved by having the pathos on their side Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? Win you--temperately, let us hope; by storm, if need be Work of extravagance upon perceptibly plain matter World voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly

DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS, V1 [GM#71][GM71V10.TXT]4465

A witty woman is a treasure; a witty Beauty is a power At war with ourselves, means the best happiness we can have Beauty is rare; luckily is it rare Between love grown old and indifference ageing to love But they were a hopeless couple, they were so friendly Charitable mercifulness; better than sentimental ointment Dedicated to the putrid of the upper circle Dreaded as a scourge, hailed as a refreshment (Scandalsheet) Elderly martyr for the advancement of his juniors Favour can't help coming by rotation Flashes bits of speech that catch men in their unguarded corner For 'tis Ireland gives England her soldiers, her generals too Get back what we give Goodish sort of fellow; good horseman, good shot, good character Grossly unlike in likeness (portraits) He had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration He had neat phrases, opinions in packets He was not a weaver of phrases in distress He's good from end to end, and beats a Christian hollow (a hog) Her final impression likened him to a house locked up and empty Herself, content to be dull if he might shine His gaze and one of his ears, if not the pair, were given How immensely nature seems to prefer men to women! Human nature to feel an interest in the dog that has bitten you I have and hold--you shall hunger and covet Idea is the only vital breath If I'm struck, I strike back Inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she sought Lengthened term of peace bred maggots in the heads of the people Loathing for speculation Mare would do, and better than a dozen horses Matter that is not nourishing to brains Music was resumed to confuse the hearing of the eavesdroppers Needed support of facts, and feared them O self! self! self! Or where you will, so that's in Ireland Our bravest, our best, have an impulse to run Perused it, and did not recognize herself in her language Pride in being always myself Procrastination and excessive scrupulousness Read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies Service of watering the dry and drying the damp (Whiskey) She had a fatal attraction for antiques She marries, and it's the end of her sparkling Smart remarks have their measured distances Something of the hare in us when the hounds are full cry Swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic That is life--when we dare death to live! That's the natural shamrock, after the artificial The burlesque Irishman can't be caricatured The well of true wit is truth itself They create by stoppage a volcano This love they rattle about and rave about Tooth that received a stone when it expected candy We live alone, and do not much feel it till we are visited Weather and women have some resemblance they say What a woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature Where she appears, the first person falls to second rank You are entreated to repress alarm You beat me with the fists, but my spirit is towering

DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS, V2 [GM#72][GM72V10.TXT]4466

A kindly sense of superiority By resisting, I made him a tyrant Carry explosives and must particularly guard against sparks Depending for dialogue upon perpetual fresh supplies of scandal Dose he had taken was not of the sweetest Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two He was the maddest of tyrants--a weak one He, by insisting, made me a rebel Her feelings--trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis I do not see it, because I will not see it Inducement to act the hypocrite before the hypocrite world Insistency upon there being two sides to a case--to every case Intrusion of the spontaneous on the stereotyped would clash Irony that seemed to spring from aversion It is the best of signs when women take to her Mistaking of her desires for her reasons Mutual deference Never fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian Time Observation is the most, enduring of the pleasures of life One might build up a respectable figure in negatives Openly treated; all had an air of being on the surface Owner of such a woman, and to lose her! Paint themselves pure white, to the obliteration of minor spots Quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly performance Real happiness is a state of dulness Reluctant to take the life of flowers for a whim Rewards, together with the expectations, of the virtuous Sleepless night Smoky receptacle cherishing millions Terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail Vowed never more to repeat that offence to his patience Was not one of the order whose Muse is the Public Taste Wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty Women are taken to be the second thoughts of the Creator World is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite World prefers decorum to honesty Yawns coming alarmingly fast, in the place of ideas

DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS, V3 [GM#73][GM73V10.TXT]4467

Beautiful women in her position provoke an intemperateness Capricious potentate whom they worship Circumstances may combine to make a whisper as deadly as a blow Compared the governing of the Irish to the management of a horse Could have designed this gabbler for the mate Debit was eloquent, he was unanswerable Explaining of things to a dull head Happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept beauty He gained much by claiming little Her peculiar tenacity of the sense of injury His ridiculous equanimity Keep passion sober, a trotter in harness Moral indignation is ever consolatory Omnipotence, which is in the image of themselves Strain to see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that Tendency to polysyllabic phraseology The blindness of Fortune is her one merit They have no sensitiveness, we have too much Top and bottom sin is cowardice Touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight We must fawn in society We never see peace but in the features of the dead

DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS, V4 [GM#74][GM74V10.TXT]4468