And though it is much to be a nobleman, it is more to be a gentleman.
ANTHONY TROLLOPE
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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And though it is much to be a nobleman, it is more to be a gentleman.
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A man who would tell me that I am pretty, unless he is over seventy, ought to be kicked out of the room. But a man who can’t show me that he thinks me so without saying a word about it, is a lout.
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There is no royal road to learning; no short cut to the acquirement of any art.
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It is a grand thing to rise in the world. The ambition to do so is the very salt of the earth. It is the parent of all enterprise, and the cause of all improvement.
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Of all the needs a book has the chief need is that it be readable.
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There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.
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Perhaps there is no position more perilous to a man’s honesty thanthat?of knowing himselftobe quiteloved by a girl whom he almost loves himself.
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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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But the school in which good training is most practiced will, as a rule, turn out the best scholars.
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My sweetheart is to me more than a coined hemisphere.
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When 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.
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Let no man boast himself that he has got through the perils of winter till at least the seventh of May.
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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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No young novelist should ever dare to imitate the style of Dickens.
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The concrete sound that meets the ears of any outside listener is always a sound of women’s voices?
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