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

Adept in the lie implied Commencement of a speech proves that you have made the plunge Forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence Friend he would not shake off, but could not well link with Habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is He grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him He had his character to maintain I 'm a bachelor, and a person--you're married, and an object I take off my hat, Nan, when I see a cobbler's stall Incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature It's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere Men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age No great harm done when you're silent Taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature Tears that dried as soon as they had served their end That beautiful trust which habit gives That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat The ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt The grey furniture of Time for his natural wear You're the puppet of your women! What's an eccentric? a child grown grey!

EVAN HARRINGTON, V3 [GM#35][GM35V10.TXT]4429

A lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin A woman rises to her husband. But a man is what he is Abject sense of the lack of a circumference Amiable mirror as being wilfully ruffled to confuse Because men can't abide praise of another man Brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover's uneasy mind But a woman must now and then ingratiate herself Can you not be told you are perfect without seeking to improve Command of countenance the Countess possessed Damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel English maids are domesticated savage animals Every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband Eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are Good nature, and means no more harm than he can help Graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered I did, replied Evan. 'I told a lie.' Is he jealous? 'Only when I make him, he is.' Make no effort to amuse him. He is always occupied Married a wealthy manufacturer--bartered her blood for his money Notoriously been above the honours of grammar Our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies Rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds Recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience Remarked that the young men must fight it out together Rose was much behind her age Rose! what have I done? 'Nothing at all,' she said Says you're so clever you ought to be a man She believed friendship practicable between men and women The Countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality The letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit Took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her Tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted Virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame When you run away, you don't live to fight another day With good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything You do want polish You talk your mother with a vengeance

EVAN HARRINGTON, V4 [GM#36][GM36V10.TXT]4430

Admirable scruples of an inveterate borrower An obedient creature enough where he must be Bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy Confident serenity inspired by evil prognostications Enamoured young men have these notions Gossip always has some solid foundation, however small He kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell' I always wait for a thing to happen first I never see anything, my dear Love is a contagious disease Never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities One seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us Secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal She did not detest the Countess because she could not like her Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past Touching a nerve Unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere Vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her

EVAN HARRINGTON, V5 [GM#37][GM37V10.TXT]4431

A madman gets madder when you talk reason to him Ah! how sweet to waltz through life with the right partner And not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home Any man is in love with any woman Believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own Eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning Feel no shame that I do not feel! Feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with Found it difficult to forgive her his own folly Good and evil work together in this world Hated one thing alone--which was 'bother' He has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover I cannot live a life of deceit. A life of misery--not deceit If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play First It is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love Listened to one another, and blinded the world Maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm My belief is, you do it on purpose. Can't be such rank idiots No conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent One fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose Play second fiddle without looking foolish Second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant Sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so The commonest things are the worst done The thrust sinned in its shrewdness Those numerous women who always know themselves to be right Two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them Waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her What will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us When testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy Why, he'll snap your head off for a word

EVAN HARRINGTON, V6 [GM#38][GM38V10.TXT]4432

After a big blow, a very little one scarcely counts Because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall Hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics If I love you, need you care what anybody else thinks Pride is the God of Pagans Read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies Refuge in the Castle of Negation against the whole army of facts Speech is poor where emotion is extreme The power to give and take flattery to any amount What a stock of axioms young people have handy When Love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate Wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice You accuse or you exonerate--Nobody can be half guilty

EVAN HARRINGTON, V7 [GM#39][GM39V10.TXT]4433

A man to be trusted with the keys of anything Because you loved something better than me Bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth From head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible Glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace Gratuitous insult How many degrees from love gratitude may be In truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody It 's us hard ones that get on best in the world It is better for us both, of course Never intended that we should play with flesh and blood She was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor Sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be Small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers Spiritualism, and on the balm that it was We deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles

EVAN HARRINGTON, ALL [GM#40][GM40V10.TXT]4434

A woman rises to her husband. But a man is what he is A share of pity for the objects she despised A sixpence kindly meant is worth any crown-piece that's grudged A youth who is engaged in the occupation of eating his heart A man who rejected medicine in extremity A lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin A madman gets madder when you talk reason to him A man to be trusted with the keys of anything Abject sense of the lack of a circumference Accustomed to be paid for by his country Adept in the lie implied Admirable scruples of an inveterate borrower After a big blow, a very little one scarcely counts Ah! how sweet to waltz through life with the right partner Amiable mirror as being wilfully ruffled to confuse An obedient creature enough where he must be And not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home Any man is in love with any woman Because you loved something better than me Because men can't abide praise of another man Because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall Believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own Bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth Bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy Brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover's uneasy mind British hunger for news; second only to that for beef Brotherhood among the select who wear masks instead of faces But a woman must now and then ingratiate herself By forbearance, put it in the wrong Can you not be told you are perfect without seeking to improve Cheerful martyr Command of countenance the Countess possessed Commencement of a speech proves that you have made the plunge Common voice of praise in the mouths of his creditors Confident serenity inspired by evil prognostications Damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel Eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning Embarrassments of an uncongenial employment Empty stomachs are foul counsellors Enamoured young men have these notions English maids are domesticated savage animals Equally acceptable salted when it cannot be had fresh Every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband Eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are Far higher quality is the will that can subdue itself to wait Feel no shame that I do not feel! Feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with Few feelings are single on this globe Forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence Found it difficult to forgive her his own folly Friend he would not shake off, but could not well link with From head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible Gentlefolks like straight-forwardness in their inferiors Glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace Good nature, and means no more harm than he can help Good and evil work together in this world Gossip always has some solid foundation, however small Graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception Gratuitous insult Habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is Hated one thing alone--which was 'bother' Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her He has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover He grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered He kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell' He had his character to maintain He squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence His wife alone, had, as they termed it, kept him together Hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics How many degrees from love gratitude may be I 'm a bachelor, and a person--you're married, and an object I cannot live a life of deceit. A life of misery--not deceit I take off my hat, Nan, when I see a cobbler's stall I always wait for a thing to happen first I never see anything, my dear I did, replied Evan. 'I told a lie.' I'll come as straight as I can If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play First If I love you, need you care what anybody else thinks In truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody Incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature Informed him that he never played jokes with money, or on men Is he jealous? 'Only when I make him, he is.' It 's us hard ones that get on best in the world It is better for us both, of course It was in a time before our joyful era of universal equality It is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love It's no use trying to be a gentleman if you can't pay for it It's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere Lay no petty traps for opportunity Listened to one another, and blinded the world Looked as proud as if he had just clapped down the full amount Love is a contagious disease Make no effort to amuse him. He is always occupied Man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride Married a wealthy manufacturer--bartered her blood for his money Maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm Men they regard as their natural prey Men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age Most youths are like Pope's women; they have no character My belief is, you do it on purpose. Can't be such rank idiots Never intended that we should play with flesh and blood Never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities No great harm done when you're silent No conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent Notoriously been above the honours of grammar Occasional instalments--just to freshen the account Oh! I can't bear that class of people One fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose One seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us Our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies Partake of a morning draught Patronizing woman Play second fiddle without looking foolish Pride is the God of Pagans Propitiate common sense on behalf of what seems tolerably absurd Rare as epic song is the man who is thorough in what he does Read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies Rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds Recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience Refuge in the Castle of Negation against the whole army of facts Remarked that the young men must fight it out together Requiring natural services from her in the button department Rose was much behind her age Rose! what have I done? 'Nothing at all,' she said Said she was what she would have given her hand not to be Says you're so clever you ought to be a man Second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant Secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal Sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so She did not detest the Countess because she could not like her She was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor She, not disinclined to dilute her grief She believed friendship practicable between men and women She was at liberty to weep if she pleased Sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be Small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers Speech is poor where emotion is extreme Speech that has to be hauled from the depths usually betrays Spiritualism, and on the balm that it was Such a man was banned by the world, which was to be despised? Taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature Tears that dried as soon as they had served their end Tenderness which Mrs. Mel permitted rather than encouraged That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat That beautiful trust which habit gives The ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt The Countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality The letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit The commonest things are the worst done The thrust sinned in its shrewdness The power to give and take flattery to any amount The grey furniture of Time for his natural wear Those numerous women who always know themselves to be right Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past To be both generally blamed, and generally liked To let people speak was a maxim of Mrs. Mel's, and a wise one Took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her Touching a nerve Toyed with little flowers of palest memory Tradesman, and he never was known to have sent in a bill Tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted True enjoyment of the princely disposition Two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them Unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere Virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame Vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her Waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her We deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles What a stock of axioms young people have handy What will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us What he did, she took among other inevitable matters What's an eccentric? a child grown grey! When testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy When you run away, you don't live to fight another day When Love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate Whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse Why, he'll snap your head off for a word With good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything With a proud humility Wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice You do want polish You talk your mother with a vengeance You accuse or you exonerate--Nobody can be half guilty You rides when you can, and you walks when you must You're the puppet of your women! Youth is not alarmed by the sound of big sums