The chances are perhaps more in favour of ruin than of success. But, whatever may be the chances, I shall go on as long as any means of carrying on the fight are at my disposal.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEPeople will take you very much at your own reckoning.
More Anthony Trollope Quotes
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But who ever yet was offered a secret and declined it?
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There is no royal road to learning; no short cut to the acquirement of any art.
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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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There is nothing more tyrannical than a strong popular feeling among a democratic people.
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I have sometimes thought that there is no being so venomous, so bloodthirsty as a professed philanthropist.
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Success is a poison that should only be taken late in life and then only in small doses.
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One can only pour out of a jug that which is in it.
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Considering how much we are all given to discuss the characters of others, and discuss them often not in the strictest spirit of charity.
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Men who can succeed in deceiving no one else, will succeed at last in deceiving themselves.
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There is nothing perhaps so generally consoling to a man as a well-established grievance.
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I doubt whether any girl would be satisfied with her lover’s mind if she knew the whole of it.
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Passionate love, I take it, rarely lasts long, and is very troublesome while it does last. Mutual esteem is very much more valuable.
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I think the greatest rogues are they who talk most of their honesty.
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Fortune favors the brave; and the world certainly gives the most credit to those who are able to give an unlimited credit to themselves.
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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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