There is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six hours in which to do it.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEIt has now become the doctrine of a large clan of politicians that political honesty is unnecessary, slow, subversive of a man’s interests, and incompatible with quick onward movement.
More Anthony Trollope Quotes
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Love is like any other luxury. You have no right to it unless you can afford it.
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There is no way of writing well and also of writing easily.
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The happiest man is he, who being above the troubles which money brings, has his hands the fullest of work.
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Nothing surely is as potent as a law that may not be disobeyed. It has the force of the water drop that hollows the stone.
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No other American city is so intensely American as New York.
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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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A husband is very much like a house or a horse.
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The habit of reading is the only one I know in which there is no alloy. It lasts when all other pleasures fade.
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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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People seen by the mind are exactly different to things seen by the eye. They grow smaller and smaller as you come nearer down to them, whereas things become bigger.
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I am not fit to marry. I am often cross, and I like my own way, and I have a distaste for men.
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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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My sweetheart is to me more than a coined hemisphere.
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The girl can look forward to little else than the chance of having a good man for her husband; a good man, or if her tastes lie in that direction, a rich man.
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