But as we do not light up our houses with our brightest lamps for all comers, so neither did she emit from her eyes their brightest sparks till special occasions for such shining had arisen.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEBeware of creating tedium!
More Anthony Trollope Quotes
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I cannot hold with those who wish to put down the insignificant chatter of the world.
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People will take you very much at your own reckoning.
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Those who have courage to love should have courage to suffer.
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But who ever yet was offered a secret and declined it?
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Taken altogether, Washington as a city is most unsatisfactory, and falls more grievously short of the thing attempted than any other of the great undertakings of which I have seen anything in the United States.
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It lasts when all other pleasures fade. It will support you when all other recreations are gone. It will last until your death. It will make your hours pleasant to you as long as you live.
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Many people talk much, and then very many people talk very much more.
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The concrete sound that meets the ears of any outside listener is always a sound of women’s voices?
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Don’t let love interfere with your appetite. It never does with mine.
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It’s dogged as does it. It ain’t thinking about it.
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What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee?…Was ever anything so civil?
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But mad people never die. That’s a well-known fact. They’ve nothing to trouble them, and they live for ever.
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A small dainty task, if it be really daily, will beat the labours of a spasmodic Hercules.
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Like his master he is never showy. He does not paw and prance, and arch his neck, and bid the world admire his beauties…and when he is wanted, he can always do his work.
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The habit of reading is the only one I know in which there is no alloy. It lasts when all other pleasures fade.
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