If a cook can’t make soup between two and seven, she can’t make it in a week.
ANTHONY TROLLOPEThe sober devil can hide his cloven hoof; but when the devil drinks he loses his cunning and grows honest.
More Anthony Trollope Quotes
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Is it not remarkable that the common repute which we all give to attorneys in the general is exactly opposite to that which every man gives to his own attorney in particular?
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A husband is very much like a house or a horse.
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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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A man who would tell me that I am pretty, unless he is over seventy, ought to be kicked out of the room. But a man who can’t show me that he thinks me so without saying a word about it, is a lout.
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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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And though it is much to be a nobleman, it is more to be a gentleman.
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Many people talk much, and then very many people talk very much more.
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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 is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.
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What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee?…Was ever anything so civil?
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A man who is supposed to have caused a disturbance between two married people, in a certain rank of life, does generally receive a certain meed of admiration.
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I cannot hold with those who wish to put down the insignificant chatter of the world.
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Wine is valued for its price, not its flavor.
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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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In these days a man is nobody unless his biography is kept so far posted up that it may be ready for the national breakfast-table on the morning after his demise.
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