SaturdayFeb 01, 2025
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George Meredith, OM (February 12, 1828 - May 18, 1909) was an English novelist and poet.
There is nothing the body suffers that the soul may not profit by.
Speech is the small change of silence.
I expect that Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man!
Kissing don't last: cookery do!
Cynicism is intellectual dandyism.
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose, Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend ... He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.
But how divine is utterance! she said. As we to the brutes, poets are to us.
Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.
Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.
Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars.
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