George Moore (novelist)
A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes.Hugh Downs
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- The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.
- Impressions and Opinions (1891): "Balzac"
- Acting is therefore the lowest of the arts, if it is an art at all.
- Impressions and Opinions (1891): "Mummer-Worship"
- The public will accept a masterpiece, but it will not accept an attempt to write a masterpiece.
- Vain Fortune, Chapter 1 (1891)
- I have always noticed that when a fellow wants to finish a play, the only way to do it is to go away to the country and leave no address.
- Vain Fortune, Chapter 1
- He must put his shoulder to the wheel and get it right; one more push, that was all that was wanted.
- Vain Fortune, Chapter 2
- Faith goes out of the window when beauty comes in at the door.
- The Lake (1905) [Appleton, 2005, digitized edition], ch. IX (p. 169)
- The mind petrifies if a circle be drawn around it, and it can hardly be denied that dogma draws a circle round the mind.
- Hail and Farewell (1912), vol. 2: Salve, [Kessinger Publishing, 2005, ISBN 1-417-93272-4], ch. XV (p. 36)
- A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
- The Brook Kerith, ch. 11 (1916)
- A great artist is always before his time or behind it.
- Quoted in Geraint Goodwin, Conversations with George Moore (1929; digitized July 2007), p. 123
Confessions of a Young Man (1886)
- My soul, so far as I understand it, has very kindly taken colour and form from the many various modes of life that self-will and an impetuous temperament have forced me to indulge in. Therefore I may say that I am free from original qualities, defects, tastes, etc. What is mine I have acquired, or, to speak more exactly, chance bestowed, and still bestows, upon me. I came into the world apparently with a nature like a smooth sheet of wax, bearing no impress, but capable of receiving any; of being moulded into all shapes.
- Ch. 1
- Terrible is the day when each sees his soul naked, stripped of all veil; that dear soul which he cannot change or discard, and which is so irreparably his.
- Ch. 1
- But if you want to be a painter you must go to France — France is the only school of Art.
- Ch. 1
- Never could I interest myself in a book if it were not the exact diet my mind required at the time, or in the very immediate future. The mind asked, received, and digested. So much was assimilated, so much expelled; then, after a season, similar demands were made, the same processes were repeated out of sight, below consciousness, as is the case in a well-ordered stomach.
- Ch. 2
- Ugliness is trivial, the monstrous is terrible.
- Ch. 3
- It does not matter how badly you paint so long as you don't paint badly like other people.
- Ch. 6
- The world is dying of machinery; that is the great disease, that is the plague that will sweep away and destroy civilization; man will have to rise against it sooner or later.
- Ch. 7
- Love — but not marriage. Marriage means a four-post bed and papa and mamma between eleven and twelve. Love is aspiration: transparencies, colour, light, a sense of the unreal. But a wife — you know all about her — who her father was, who her mother was, what she thinks of you and her opinion of the neighbours over the way. Where, then, is the dream?
- Ch. 9
- Injustice we worship; all that lifts us out of the miseries of life is the sublime fruit of injustice. Every immortal deed was an act of fearful injustice; the world of grandeur, of triumph, of courage, of lofty aspiration, was built up on injustice. Man would not be man but for injustice.
- Ch. 10
- It is said that young men of genius come to London with great poems and dramas in their pockets and find every door closed against them. Chatterton's death perpetuated this legend. But when I, George Moore, came to London in search of literary adventure, I found a ready welcome. Possibly I should not have been accorded any welcome had I been anything but an ordinary person.
- Ch. 12
- I will admit that an artist may be great and limited; by one word he may light up an abyss of soul; but there must be this one magical and unique word. Shakespeare gives us the word, Balzac, sometimes, after pages of vain striving, gives us the word, Tourgueneff gives it with miraculous certainty; but Henry James, no; a hundred times he flutters about it; his whole book is one long flutter near to the one magical and unique word, but the word is not spoken; and for want of the word his characters are never resolved out of the haze of nebulae. You are on a bowing acquaintance with them; they pass you in the street, they stop and speak to you, you know how they are dressed, you watch the colour of their eyes.
- Ch. 12
- One thing that cannot be denied to the realists: a constant and intense desire to write well, to write artistically. When I think of what they have done in the matter of the use of words, of the myriad verbal effects they have discovered, of the thousand forms of composition they have created, how they have remodelled and refashioned the language in their untiring striving for intensity of expression for the very osmazome of art, I am lost in ultimate wonder and admiration.
- Ch. 13
- We all want notoriety; our desires on this point, as upon others, are not noble, but the human is very despicable vermin and only tolerable when it tends to the brute, and away from the evangelical.
- Ch. 16
- Humanity is a pigsty, where lions, hypocrites, and the obscene in spirit congregate.
- Ch. 16
The Bending of the Bough (1900)
- After all there is but one race — humanity.
- Act III
- The difficulty in life is the choice.
- Act IV
- The wrong way always seems the more reasonable.
- Act IV
Memoirs of My Dead Life (1906)
- It would appear that practical morality consists in making the meeting of men and women as casual as that of animals.
- Apologia Pro Scriptis Meis
- I am filled with pride when I think of the noble and exalted world that must have existed before Christian doctrine caused men to look upon women with suspicion and bade them to think of angels instead.
- Apologia Pro Scriptis Meis
- One must be in London to see the spring.
- Ch. 1: Spring in London
- We humans are more complicated than animals, and we love through the imagination.
- Ch. 6: Spent Loves
- Self is man's main business; all outside of self is uncertain, all comes from self, all returns to self.
- Ch. 12: Sunday Evening in London
- The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it... you and you alone make me feel that I am alive... Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
- Letter to Lady Emerald Cunard
About George Moore
- George Moore had a ceaseless preoccupation with painting and the theatre, within certain limits a technical understanding of both; whatever idea possessed him, courage and explosive power; but sacrificed all that seemed to other men good breeding, honour, friendship, in pursuit of what he called the root facts of life.
- I told him that he was more mob than man, always an enthusiastic listener or noisy interrupter. Yet I admired him and found myself his advocate. I wrote to Lady Gregory: "He is constantly so likeable that one can believe no evil of him, and then in a moment a kind of a devil takes hold of him, his voice changes, his look changes, and he becomes hateful... It is so hard not to trust him, and yet he is quite untrustworthy. He has what Talleyrand calls 'the terrible gift of familiarity.'"
- William Butler Yeats, The Autobiography of William Butler Yeats (1926): "Dramatis Personae, 1986 - 1902," ch. 14 (p. 289)
- I can't tell you how urbane and sprightly the old poll parrot was; and (this is what I think using the brain does for one), not a pocket, not a crevice, of pomp, humbug, respectability in him: he was fresh as a daisy.