Neither money nor position can atone to me for low birth.
ANTHONY TROLLOPENeither money nor position can atone to me for low birth.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEWhen once a woman is married she should be regarded as having thrown off her allegiance to her own sex. She is sure to be treacherous at any rate in one direction.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEThe concrete sound that meets the ears of any outside listener is always a sound of women’s voices?
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 TROLLOPEThere is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six hours in which to do it.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEIt has now become the doctrine of a large clan of politicians that political honesty is unnecessary, slow, subversive of a man’s interests, and incompatible with quick onward movement.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEA farmer’s horse is never lame, never unfit to go. Never throws out curbs, never breaks down before or behind.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEThere is nothing perhaps so generally consoling to a man as a well-established grievance.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEBut 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.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEOf all the needs a book has the chief need is that it be readable.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEAfter money in the bank, a grudge is the next best thing.
ANTHONY TROLLOPENo young novelist should ever dare to imitate the style of Dickens.
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 TROLLOPEA man’s mind will very gradually refuse to make itself up until it is driven and compelled by emergency.
ANTHONY TROLLOPENo man thinks there is much ado about nothing when the ado is about himself.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEThere is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.
ANTHONY TROLLOPE