Every man worships the dollar, and is down before his shrine from morning to night… Other men, the world over, worship regularly at the shrine with matins and vespers, nones and complines, and whatever other daily services may be known to the religious houses; but the New Yorker is always on his knees.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEMy sweetheart is to me more than a coined hemisphere.
More Anthony Trollope Quotes
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Never think that you’re not good enough yourself. A man should never think that.
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A small daily task, if it be really daily, will beat the labours of a spasmodic Hercules.
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When it comes to money nobody should give up anything.
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It’s dogged as does it. It ain’t thinking about it.
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Love is like any other luxury. You have no right to it unless you can afford it.
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Of Dickens’ style it is impossible to speak in praise. It is jerky, ungrammatical, and created by himself in defiance of rules…
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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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The happiest man is he, who being above the troubles which money brings, has his hands the fullest of work.
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That I can read and be happy while I am reading, is a great blessing.
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A feeling of having been injured, on which his mind can brood from hour to hour, allowing him to plead his own cause in his own court, within his own heart, and always to plead it successfully.
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Wine is valued for its price, not its flavor.
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I ain’t a bit ashamed of anything.
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The greatest mistake any man ever made is to suppose that the good things of the world are not worth the winning.
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The sober devil can hide his cloven hoof; but when the devil drinks he loses his cunning and grows honest.
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