Romance is very pretty in novels, but the romance of a life is always a melancholy matter. They are most happy who have no story to tell.
ANTHONY TROLLOPENobody holds a good opinion of a man who has a low opinion of himself.
More Anthony Trollope Quotes
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I hate a stupid man who can’t talk to me, and I hate a clever man who talks me down. I don’t like a man who is too lazy to make any effort to shine; but I particularly dislike the man who is always striving for effect.
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Audacity in wooing is a great virtue, but a man must measure even his virtues.
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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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The best way to be thankful is to use the goods the gods provide you.
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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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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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Of course, Lady Arabella could not suckle the young heir herself. Ladies Arabella never can.
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I hold that gentleman to be the best-dressed whose dress no one observes.
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I judge a man by his actions with men, much more than by his declarations Godwards.
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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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There is nothing more tyrannical than a strong popular feeling among a democratic people.
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Success is a poison that should only be taken late in life and then only in small doses.
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There is no royal road to learning; no short cut to the acquirement of any art.
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I am ready to obey as a child; :;but, not being a child, I think I ought to have a reason.
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They who do not understand that a man may be brought to hope that which of all things is the most grievous to him, have not observed with sufficient closeness the perversity of the human mind.
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