Considering how much we are all given to discuss the characters of others, and discuss them often not in the strictest spirit of charity.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEEquality would be a heaven, if we could attain it.
More Anthony Trollope Quotes
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There is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six hours in which to do it.
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They are gifted with the powers of being mothers, but not nursing mothers. Nature gives them bosoms for show, but not for use. So Lady Arabella had a wet-nurse.
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What man thinks of changing himself so as to suit his wife?
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I never knew a government yet that wanted to do anything.
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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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A man who is supposed to have caused a disturbance between two married people, in a certain rank of life, does generally receive a certain meed of admiration.
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Success is the necessary misfortune of life, but it is only to the very unfortunate that it comes early.
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No other American city is so intensely American as New York.
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For there is no folly so great as keeping one’s sorrows hidden.
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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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I have no ambition to surprise my reader. Castles with unknown passages are not compatible with my homely muse.
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Of all the needs a book has the chief need is that it be readable.
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People will take you very much at your own reckoning.
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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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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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