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I think I owe my life to cork soles.
Anthony Trollope
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Anthony Trollope
Age: 67 †
Born: 1815
Born: April 24
Died: 1882
Died: December 6
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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.
Anthony Trollope
A physician should take his fee without letting his left hand know what his right is doing it should be taken without a thought, without a look, without a move of the facial muscles the true physician should hardly be aware that the last friendly grasp of the hand has been made more precious by the touch of gold
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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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Men who can succeed in deceiving no one else, will succeed at last in deceiving themselves.
Anthony Trollope
No one can depute authority. It comes too much from personal accidents, and too little from reason or law to be handed over to others.
Anthony Trollope
A man's own dinner is to himself so important that he cannot bring himself to believe that it is a matter utterly indifferent to anyone else.
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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.
Anthony Trollope
Cham is the only thing to screw one up when one is down a peg.
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The good and the bad mix themselves so thoroughly in our thoughts, even in our aspirations, that we must look for excellence rather in overcoming evil than in freeing ourselves from its influence.
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Rights and rules, which are bonds of iron to a little man, are packthread to a giant.
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Poverty, to be picturesque, should be rural. Suburban misery is as hideous as it is pitiable.
Anthony Trollope
There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.
Anthony Trollope
An editor is bound to avoid the meshes of the law, which are always infinitely more costly to companies, or things, or institutions, than they are to individuals.
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As will so often be the case when a men has a pen in his hand. It is like a club or sledge-hammer, - in using which, either for defence or attack, a man can hardly measure the strength of the blows he gives.
Anthony Trollope
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.
Anthony Trollope
When men think much, they can rarely decide.
Anthony Trollope
There are some achievements which are never done in the presence of those who hear of them. Catching salmon is one, and working all night is another.
Anthony Trollope
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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It is very difficult to say nowadays where the suburbs of London come to an end and where the country begins. The railways, instead of enabling Londoners to live in the country have turned the countryside into a city.
Anthony Trollope
It is a grand thing to rise in the world. The ambition to do so is the very salt of the earth. It is the parent of all enterprise, and the cause of all improvement.
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