Anthony Trollope Quotes

To be alone with the girl to whom he is not engaged is a man's delight; to be alone with the man to whom she is engaged is the woman's. ~ The Eustace Diamonds by Anthony Trollope "When one reflects what a deal of harm a bishop may do, one wishes that there was some surer way of getting bishops." ~ The Eustace Diamonds by Anthony Trollope It was admitted by all her friends, and also by her enemies--who were in truth the more numerous and active body of the two--that Lizzie Greystock had done very well with herself. ~ The Eustace Diamonds by Anthony Trollope It has now become the doctrine of a large class of politicians that political honesty is unnecessary, slow, subversive of a man's interests, and incompatible with quick onward movement. ~ The Three Clerks by Anthony Trollope "I think the greatest rogues are they who talk most of their honesty." ~ The Three Clerks by Anthony Trollope 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. ~ Doctor Thorne by Anthony Trollope There is no road to wealth so easy and respectable as that of matrimony. ~ Doctor Thorne by Anthony Trollope It may almost be a question whether such wisdom as many of us have in our mature years has not come from the dying out of the power of temptation, rather than as the results of thought and resolution. ~ The Small House at Allington by Anthony Trollope "And, above all things, never think that you're not good enough yourself. A man should never think that. My belief is that in life people will take you very much at your own reckoning." ~ The Small House at Allington by Anthony Trollope Such young men are often awkward, ungainly, and not yet formed in their gait; they straggle with their limbs, and are shy; words do not come to them with ease, when words are required, among any but their accustomed associates. Social meetings are periods of penance to them, and any appearance in public will unnerve them. They go much about alone, and blush when women speak to them. In truth, they are not as yet men, whatever the number may be of their years; and, as they are no longer boys, the world has found for them the ungraceful name of hobbledehoy. ~ The Small House at Allington by Anthony Trollope