of George Meredith
His style is chaos illumined by flashes of lightning. As a writer he has mastered everything except language.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
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.
To be in the weakest camp is to be in the strongest school.