| Quote | Author | Source | Email Quote |
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| "One evening call," said he, "is worth ten in the morning. It's all formality in the morning; real social talk never begins till after dinner." | Anthony Trollope | The Warden |  |
| The bishop did not whistle: we believe that they lose the power of doing so on being consecrated. | Anthony Trollope | The Warden | |
| They say that faint heart never won fair lady; and it is amazing to me how fair ladies are won, so faint are often men's hearts! | Anthony Trollope | The Warden | |
| You might pass Eleanor Harding in the street without notice, but you could hardly pass an evening with her and not lose your heart. | Anthony Trollope | The Warden | |
| Velvet and gilding do not make a throne, nor gold and jewels a sceptre. It is a throne because the most exalted one sits there,—and a sceptre because the most mighty one wields it. | Anthony Trollope | The Warden | |
| "What is any public question but a conglomeration of private interests?" | Anthony Trollope | The Warden | |
| "A spoken word, Sir Abraham, is often of more value than volumes of written advice." | Anthony Trollope | The Warden | |
