Thursday, June 28, 2012 at 11:18AM
Drew Wolfe

Anthony Trollope

A fellow oughtn't to let his family property go to pieces.

A husband is very much like a house or a horse.

A man's love, till it has been chastened and fastened by the feeling of duty which marriage brings with it, is instigated mainly by the difficulty of pursuit.

A man's mind will very gradually refuse to make itself up until it is driven and compelled by emergency.

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.

An author must be nothing if he do not love truth; a barrister must be nothing if he do.

And though it is much to be a nobleman, it is more to be a gentleman.
 
As to happiness in this life it is hardly compatible with that diminished respect which ever attends the relinquishing of labour.

As to that leisure evening of life, I must say that I do not want it. I can conceive of no contentment of which toil is not to be the immediate parent.
I hold that gentleman to be the best-dressed whose dress no one observes. 

I never knew a government yet that wanted to do anything. 

I think the greatest rogues are they who talk most of their honesty.

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.

It has become a certainty now that if you will only advertise sufficiently you may make a fortune by selling anything.

 

 

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