Of Dickens’ style it is impossible to speak in praise. It is jerky, ungrammatical, and created by himself in defiance of rules…
ANTHONY TROLLOPESuch young men are often awkward, ungainly, and not yet formed in their gait; they straggle with their limbs, and are shy; words do not come to them with ease, when words are required, among any but their accustomed associates.
More Anthony Trollope Quotes
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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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Whom does anybody trust so implicitly as he trusts his own attorney? And yet is it not the case that the body of attorneys is supposed to be the most roguish body in existence?
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Rights and rules, which are bonds of iron to a little man, are packthread to a giant.
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People will take you very much at your own reckoning.
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Beware of creating tedium!
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Of course, Lady Arabella could not suckle the young heir herself. Ladies Arabella never can.
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When it comes to money nobody should give up anything.
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I doubt whether I ever read any description of scenery which gave me an idea of the place described.
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For there is no folly so great as keeping one’s sorrows hidden.
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No other American city is so intensely American as New York.
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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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Poverty, to be picturesque, should be rural. Suburban misery is as hideous as it is pitiable.
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I never knew a government yet that wanted to do anything.
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But then the pastors and men of God can only be human,–cannot altogether be men of God; and so they have oppressed us, and burned us, and tortured us, and hence come to love palaces, and fine linen, and purple, and, alas, sometimes, mere luxury and idleness.
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