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.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEIt is singular how little we are inclined to think that others can speak ill-naturedly of us, and how angry and hurt we are when proof reaches us that they have done so.
More Anthony Trollope Quotes
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After money in the bank, a grudge is the next best thing.
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Till we can become divine, we must be content to be human, lest in our hurry for change we sink to something lower.
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I ain’t a bit ashamed of anything.
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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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I doubt whether I ever read any description of scenery which gave me an idea of the place described.
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When a man is ill nothing is so important to him as his own illness.
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There is nothing perhaps so generally consoling to a man as a well-established grievance.
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Cham is the only thing to screw one up when one is down a peg.
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Is it not remarkable that the common repute which we all give to attorneys in the general is exactly opposite to that which every man gives to his own attorney in particular?
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A farmer’s horse is never lame, never unfit to go. Never throws out curbs, never breaks down before or behind.
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A man’s love, till it has been chastened and fastened by the feeling of duty which marriage brings with it, is instigated mainly by the difficulty of pursuit.
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There are words which a man cannot resist from a woman, even though he knows them to be false.
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Don’t let love interfere with your appetite. It never does with mine.
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Many people talk much, and then very many people talk very much more.
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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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