of George Meredith
His style is chaos illumined by flashes of lightning. As a writer he has mastered everything except language.
Epitaph When I am dead i hope that it may be said "His sins were scarlet, but his books were…
It is reason and wisdom which takes away cares, not places affording wide views over the sea.
It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonored…