I abominate a humble man, but yet I love to perceive that a man acknowledges the superiority of my sex, and youth and all that kind of thing. . .
ANTHONY TROLLOPEI hold that gentleman to be the best-dressed whose dress no one observes.
More Anthony Trollope Quotes
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People will take you very much at your own reckoning.
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When a man is ill nothing is so important to him as his own illness.
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What is there that money will not do?
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Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who has a low opinion of himself.
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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 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.
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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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The habit of writing clearly soon comes to the writer who is a severe critic to himself.
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The true picture of life as it is, if it could be adequately painted, would show men what they are, and how they might rise, not, indeed to perfection, but one step first, and then another on the ladder.
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There are worse things than a lie… I have found… that it may be well to choose one sin in order that another may be shunned.
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What man thinks of changing himself so as to suit his wife? And yet men expect that women shall put on altogether new characters when they are married, and girls think that they can do so.
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Beware of creating tedium!
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I think the greatest rogues are they who talk most of their honesty.
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I run great risk of failing. It may be that I shall encounter ruin where I look for reputation and a career of honor.
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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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