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Anthony Trollope Quotes

A fellow oughtn't to let his family property go to pieces.

A husband is very much like a house or a horse.

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.

A man's mind will very gradually refuse to make itself up until it is driven and compelled by emergency.

A woman's life is not perfect or whole till she has added herself to a husband. Nor is a man's life perfect or whole till he has added to himself a wife.

An author must be nothing if he do not love truth; a barrister must be nothing if he do.

And though it is much to be a nobleman, it is more to be a gentleman.

As to happiness in this life it is hardly compatible with that diminished respect which ever attends the relinquishing of labour.

As to that leisure evening of life, I must say that I do not want it. I can conceive of no contentment of which toil is not to be the immediate parent.

Book love... is your pass to the greatest, the purest, and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures.

But then in novels the most indifferent hero comes out right at last. Some god comes out of a theatrical cloud and leaves the poor devil ten thousand-a-year and a title.

Cham is the only thing to screw one up when one is down a peg.

Dance with a girl three times, and if you like the light of her eye and the tone of voice with which she, breathless, answers your little questions about horseflesh and music about affairs masculine and feminine, then take the leap in the dark.

Don't let love interfere with your appetite. It never does with mine.

High rank and soft manners may not always belong to a true heart.

I ain't a bit ashamed of anything.

I do like a little romance... just a sniff, as I call it, of the rocks and valleys. Of course, bread-and-cheese is the real thing. The rocks and valleys are no good at all, if you haven't got that.

I do not know whether there be, as a rule, more vocal expression of the sentiment of love between a man and a woman, than there is between two thrushes. They whistle and call to each other, guided by instinct rather than by reason.

I doubt whether any girl would be satisfied with her lover's mind if she knew the whole of it.

I have no ambition to surprise my reader. Castles with unknown passages are not compatible with my homely muse.