There is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six hours in which to do it.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEI ain’t a bit ashamed of anything.
More Anthony Trollope Quotes
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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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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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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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I ain’t a bit ashamed of anything.
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There is no way of writing well and also of writing easily.
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Speeches easy to young speakers are generally very difficult to old listeners.
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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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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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I never knew a government yet that wanted to do anything.
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There is such a difference between life and theory.
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Power is so pleasant that men quickly learn to be greedy in the enjoyment of it, and to flatter themselves that patriotism requires them to be imperious.
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There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.
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Never let the estate decrease in your hands. It is only by such resolutions as that that English noblemen and English gentlemen can preserve their country. I cannot bear to see property changing hands.
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What is there that money will not do?
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Every man worships the dollar, and is down before his shrine from morning to night… Other men, the world over, worship regularly at the shrine with matins and vespers, nones and complines, and whatever other daily services may be known to the religious houses; but the New Yorker is always on his knees.
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