Quotes by : George Moore

The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As....

Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells!

So long as one does not despair so long as one doesn't look upon life bitterly things work out fairly....

Ireland is a fatal disease fatal to Englishmen and doubly fatal to Irishmen.

All reformers are bachelors.

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

The time I've lost in wooing In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes Has been....

The moment we pass out of our habits we lose all sense of permanency and routine.

A literary movement consists of five or six people who live in the same town and hate each other cordially.....

The difficulty of life is in the choice.