A farmer’s horse is never lame, never unfit to go. Never throws out curbs, never breaks down before or behind.
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.
More Anthony Trollope Quotes
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There are words which a man cannot resist from a woman, even though he knows them to be false.
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The 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.
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When a man is ill nothing is so important to him as his own illness.
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They are gifted with the powers of being mothers, but not nursing mothers. Nature gives them bosoms for show, but not for use. So Lady Arabella had a wet-nurse.
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Caveat emptor is the only motto going, and the worst proverb that ever came from the dishonest stony-hearted Rome.
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I am not fit to marry. I am often cross, and I like my own way, and I have a distaste for men.
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I hate a stupid man who can’t talk to me, and I hate a clever man who talks me down. I don’t like a man who is too lazy to make any effort to shine; but I particularly dislike the man who is always striving for effect.
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If you cross the Atlantic with an American lady you invariably fall in love with her before the journey is over.
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Many people talk much, and then very many people talk very much more.
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Don’t let love interfere with your appetite. It never does with mine.
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Speeches easy to young speakers are generally very difficult to old listeners.
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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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When men think much, they can rarely decide.
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A husband is very much like a house or a horse.
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Travel 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.
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