There are words which a man cannot resist from a woman, even though he knows them to be false.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEIt is a comfortable feeling to know that you stand on your own ground. Land is about the only thing that can’t fly away.
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A husband is very much like a house or a horse.
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No other American city is so intensely American as New York.
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No man thinks there is much ado about nothing when the ado is about himself.
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But as we do not light up our houses with our brightest lamps for all comers, so neither did she emit from her eyes their brightest sparks till special occasions for such shining had arisen.
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Poverty, to be picturesque, should be rural. Suburban misery is as hideous as it is pitiable.
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Of course, Lady Arabella could not suckle the young heir herself. Ladies Arabella never can.
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One wants in a Prime Minister a good many things, but not very great things. He should be clever but need not be a genius; he should be conscientious but by no means strait-laced.
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We cannot bring ourselves to believe it possible that a foreigner should in any respect be wiser than ourselves.
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When the ivy has found its tower, when the delicate creeper has found its strong wall, we know how the parasite plants grow and prosper.
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There is no royal road to learning; no short cut to the acquirement of any art.
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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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Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who has a low opinion of himself.
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It 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.
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I hold that gentleman to be the best-dressed whose dress no one observes.
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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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