Anthony Trollope Quotes
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But who ever yet was offered a secret and declined it?
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The satirist who writes nothing but satire should write but little - or it will seem that his satire springs rather from his own caustic nature than from the sins of the world in which he lives.
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'Aid from heaven you may have,' he said, 'by saying your prayers; and I don't doubt you ask for this and all other things generally. But an angel won't come to tell you who ought to be Chancellor of the Exchequer.'
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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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The end of a novel, like the end of a children's dinner-party, must be made up of sweetmeats and sugar-plums.
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It would seem that the full meaning of the word marriage can never be known by those who, at their first outspring into life, are surrounded by all that money can give. It requires the single sitting-room, the single fire, the necessary little efforts of self-devotion, the inward declaration that some struggle shall be made for that other one.
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Though they were Liberals they were not democrats; nor yet infidels.
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It 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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She had married a vulgar man; and, though she had not become like the man, she had become vulgar.
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It may, indeed, be assumed that a man who loses his temper while he is speaking is endeavouring to speak the truth such as he believes it to be, and again it may be assumed that a man who speaks constantly without losing his temper is not always entitled to the same implicit faith.
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There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.
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The affair simply amounted to this, that they were to eat their dinner uncomfortably in a field instead of comfortably in the dining room.
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Those who offend us are generally punished for the offence they give; but we so frequently miss the satisfaction of knowing that we are avenged!
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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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The town horse, used to gaudy trappings, no doubt despises the work of his country brother; but yet, now and again, there comes upon him a sudden desire to plough.
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Upon the present occasion London was full of clergymen. The specially clerical clubs, the Oxford and Cambridge, the Old University, and the Athenaeum, were black with them.
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Till we can become divine, we must be content to be human, lest in our hurry for change we sink to something lower.
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In the latter days of July in the year 185-, a most important question was for ten days hourly asked in the cathedral city of Barchester, and answered every hour in various ways - Who was to be the new Bishop?
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Of course, Lady Arabella could not suckle the young heir herself. Ladies Arabella never can. 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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I ain't a bit ashamed of anything.
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Men and not measures are, no doubt, the very life of politics. But then it is not the fashion to say so in public places.
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'I think it is so glorious,' said the American. 'There is no such mischievous nonsense in all the world as equality. That is what father says. What men ought to want is liberty.'
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Three hours a day will produce as much as a man ought to write.
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Does not all the world know that when in autumn the Bismarcks of the world, or they who are bigger than Bismarcks, meet at this or that delicious haunt of salubrity, the affairs of the world are then settled in little conclaves, with grater ease, rapidity, and certainty than in large parliaments or the dull chambers of public offices?