"For singing till his heaven fills, 'Tis love of earth that he instils, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which overflows To lift us with him as he goes."

"The song seraphically free Of taint of personality, So pure that it salutes the suns The voice of one for millions, In whom the millions rejoice For giving their one spirit voice."

"But O the truth, the truth! the many eyes That look on it! the diverse things they see!"

"On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend."

"Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law."

"Enter these enchanted woods, You who dare. Nothing harms beneath the leaves More than waves a swimmer cleaves. Toss your heart up with the lark, Foot at peace with mouse and worm, Fair you fare. Only at a dread of dark Quaver, and they quit their form: Thousand eyeballs under hoods Have you by the hair. Enter these enchanted woods, You who dare."

"She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!"

"Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting: So were it with me if forgetting could be willed. Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring, Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled."

"Civil limitation daunts His utterance never; the nymphs blush, not he."

"With patient inattention hear him prate."

"Full lasting is the song, though he, The singer, passes"

"Behold the life at ease; it drifts, The sharpened life commands its course."

"All wisdom's armoury this man could wield"

"Cannon his name, Cannon his voice, he came."

"I expect that Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man."

"Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered."

"Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious."

"The sun is coming down to earth, and the fields and the waters shout to him golden shouts."

"Kissing don't last; cookery do!"

"God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman!"

"Speech is the small change of Silence."

"Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we pay for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth."

"And if I drink oblivion of a day, So shorten I the stature of my soul."

"The actors are, it seems, the usual three: Husband and wife and lover."

"What are we first? First, animals; and next Intelligences at a leap; on whom Pale lies the distant shadow of the tomb, And all that draweth on the tomb for text. Into which state comes Love, the crowning sun: Beneath whose light the shadow loses form. We are the lords of life, and life is warm. Intelligence and instinct now are one. But nature says: 'My children most they seem When they least know me: therefore I decree That they shall suffer.' Swift doth young Love flee, And we stand wakened, shivering from our dream. Then if we study Nature we are wise."

"How many a thing which we cast to the ground, When others pick it up, becomes a gem!"

"In tragic life, God wot, No villain need be! Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within."

"More brain, O Lord, more brain! or we shall mar Utterly this fair garden we might win."

"Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life! - In tragic hints here see what evermore Moves dark as yonder midnight ocean's force, Thundering like ramping hosts of warrior horse, To throw that faint thin fine upon the shore!"

"Comedy is a game played to throw reflections upon social life, and it deals with human nature in the drawing-room of civilized men and women, where we have no dust of the struggling outer world, no mire, no violent crashes, to make the correctness of the representation convincing."

"She [Comedy] it is who proposes the correcting of pretentiousness, of inflation, of dulness, and of the vestiges of rawness and grossness to be found among us. She is the ultimate civilizer, the polisher, a sweet cook."

"Cynicism is intellectual dandyism."

"In...the book of Egoism, it is written, possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity."

"A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power."

"What a woman thinks of women is the test of her nature."

"The well of true wit is truth itself."

"Ireland gives England her soldiers, her generals too."

"How divine is utterance!" she said. "As we to the brutes, poets are to us."

"There is nothing the body suffers that the soul may not profit by."

"... Other writers may draw more recognisable scenes; Meredith contrives to place us in company which, in spite of seeming at times like a mad dream, never allows us to question that something living and genuine is going forward."

"Brussels is a gay little city that lies as bright within its girdle of woodland as any butterfly that rests upon moss."

"When one has not father, or mother, or brother, and all one's friends have barely bread enough for themselves, life cannot be very easy, nor its crusts very many at any time."

"What use was it to argue with a little idiot like this? Indeed, peasants never do argue; they use abuse."

"It is the trifles of life that are its bores, after all. Most men can meet ruin calmly, for instance, or laugh when they lie in a ditch with their own knee-joint and their hunter's spine broken over the double post and rails: it is the mud that has choked up your horn just when you wanted to rally the pack; it's the whip who carries you off to a division just when you've sat down to your turbot; it's the ten seconds by which you miss the train; it's the dust that gets in your eyes as you go down to Epsom; it's the pretty little rose note that went by accident to your house instead of your club, and raised a storm from madame; it's the dog that always will run wild into the birds; it's the cook who always will season the white soup wrong—it is these that are the bores of life, and that try the temper of your philosophy."

"Take hope from the heart of man and you make him a beast of prey."

"Even of death Christianity has made a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan and the stoical repose of the Indian."

"The two most engaging powers of an author are to make new things familiar, familiar things new."

"Those who are gone, you have. Those who departed loving you, love you still; and you love them always. They are not really gone, those dear hearts and true; they are only gone into the next room: and you will presently get up and follow them, and yonder door will close upon you, and you will no more be seen."

"So they pass away: friends, kindred, the dearest-loved, grown people, aged, infants. As we go on the down-hill journey, the mile-stones are grave-stones, and on each more and more names are written; unless haply you live beyond man's common age, when friends have dropped off, and, tottering, and feeble, and unpitied, you reach the terminus alone."