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An Irish novelist, short-story writer, poet, art critic, memoirist and dramatist. George Augustus Moore (24 February 1852 – 21 January 1933) was an Irish novelist, short-story writer, poet, art critic, memoirist and dramatist. Moore came from a Roman Catholic landed family who lived at Moore Hall in Carra, County Mayo. He originally wanted to be a painter, and studied art in Paris during the 1870s. There, he befriended many of the leading French artists and writers of the day.
Here are some famous quotes by George Moore.
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All reformers are bachelors.
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The difficulty of life is in the choice.
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After all there is but one race - humanity.
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Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
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Tis the last rose of summer. Left blooming alone.
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But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
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No place in England where everyone can go is considered respectable.
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Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells!
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Ireland is a fatal disease; fatal to Englishmen and doubly fatal to Irishmen.
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A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
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The moment we pass out of our habits we lose all sense of permanency and routine.
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A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
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A literary movement consists of five or six people who live in the same town and hate each other cordially.
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So long as one does not despair so long as one doesn't look upon life bitterly things work out fairly well in the end.
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The time I've lost in wooing In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes Has been my heart's undoing.
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The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.
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This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy the tears of woe Deceitful shine deceitful flow - There's nothing true but Heaven.