Anthony Trollope Quotes - Page 3

But mad people never die. That's a well-known fact. They've nothing to trouble them, and they live for ever.

Perhaps there is no position more perilous to a man's honesty thanthat?of knowing himselftobe quiteloved by a girl whom he almost loves himself.

Love is like any other luxury. You have no right to it unless you can afford it.

Equality would be a heaven, if we could attain it.

There is no royal road to learning; no short cut to the acquirement of any art.

But who ever yet was offered a secret and declined it?

When the little dog snarls, the big dog does not connect the snarl with himself, simply fancying that the little dog must be uncomfortable.

Rights and rules, which are bonds of iron to a little man, are packthread to a giant.

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. I abominate a humble man, but yet I love to perceive that a man acknowledges the superiority of my sex, and youth and all that kind of thing. . . 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.

Poverty, to be picturesque, should be rural. Suburban misery is as hideous as it is pitiable.

The true picture of life as it is, if it could be adequately painted, would show men what they are, and how they might rise, not, indeed to perfection, but one step first, and then another on the ladder.

There is no way of writing well and also of writing easily.

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.

I am ready to obey as a child; :;but, not being a child, I think I ought to have a reason.

The sober devil can hide his cloven hoof; but when the devil drinks he loses his cunning and grows honest.

The girl can look forward to little else than the chance of having a good man for her husband; a good man, or if her tastes lie in that direction, a rich man.

Late hours, nocturnal cigars, and midnight drinkings, pleasurable though they may be, consume too quickly the free-flowing lamps of youth, and are fatal at once to the husbanded candle-ends of age.

It's dogged as does it. It ain't thinking about it.

There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.

I ain't a bit ashamed of anything.

It is no good any longer having any opinion upon anything.

If you cross the Atlantic with an American lady you invariably fall in love with her before the journey is over. Travel with the same woman in a railway car for twelve hours, and you will have written her down in your own mind in quite other language than that of love.

Let a man be of what side he may in politics, unless he be much more of a partisan than a patriot, he will think it well that there should be some equity of division in the bestowal of crumbs of comfort.

Why is it that when men and women congregate, though the men may beat the women in numbers by ten to one, and through they certainly speak the louder, the concrete sound that meets the ears of any outside listener is always a sound of women's voices?

We cannot bring ourselves to believe it possible that a foreigner should in any respect be wiser than ourselves. If any such point out to us our follies, we at once claim those follies as the special evidence of our wisdom.