But mad people never die. That’s a well-known fact. They’ve nothing to trouble them, and they live for ever.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEBut mad people never die. That’s a well-known fact. They’ve nothing to trouble them, and they live for ever.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEWhen the little dog snarls, the big dog does not connect the snarl with himself, simply fancying that the little dog must be uncomfortable.
ANTHONY TROLLOPELove is like any other luxury. You have no right to it unless you can afford it.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEBut the school in which good training is most practiced will, as a rule, turn out the best scholars.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEAfter money in the bank, a grudge is the next best thing.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEThree hours a day will produce as much as a man ought to write.
ANTHONY TROLLOPESpeeches easy to young speakers are generally very difficult to old listeners.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEIs it not remarkable that the common repute which we all give to attorneys in the general is exactly opposite to that which every man gives to his own attorney in particular?
ANTHONY TROLLOPEA man who is supposed to have caused a disturbance between two married people, in a certain rank of life, does generally receive a certain meed of admiration.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEThe double pleasure of pulling down an opponent, and of raising oneself, is the charm of a politician’s life.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEThe girl can look forward to little else than the chance of having a good man for her husband; a good man, or if her tastes lie in that direction, a rich man.
ANTHONY TROLLOPENo other American city is so intensely American as New York.
ANTHONY TROLLOPENo young novelist should ever dare to imitate the style of Dickens.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEThere is nothing more tyrannical than a strong popular feeling among a democratic people.
ANTHONY TROLLOPERights and rules, which are bonds of iron to a little man, are packthread to a giant.
ANTHONY TROLLOPETravel with the same woman in a railway car for twelve hours, and you will have written her down in your own mind in quite other language than that of love.
ANTHONY TROLLOPE