A husband is very much like a house or a horse.
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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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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Rights and rules, which are bonds of iron to a little man, are packthread to a giant.
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Of Dickens’ style it is impossible to speak in praise. It is jerky, ungrammatical, and created by himself in defiance of rules…
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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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Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who has a low opinion of himself.
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I cannot hold with those who wish to put down the insignificant chatter of the world.
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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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Cham is the only thing to screw one up when one is down a peg.
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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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It 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.
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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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I ain’t a bit ashamed of anything.
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Speeches easy to young speakers are generally very difficult to old listeners.
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But mad people never die. That’s a well-known fact. They’ve nothing to trouble them, and they live for ever.
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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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