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. — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
The end of a novel, like the end of a children's dinner-party, must be made up of sweetmeats and sugar-plums. — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
“I have from the first felt sure that the writer, when he sits down to commence his novel, should do so, not because he… — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
Things to be done offer themselves, I suppose, because they are in themselves desirable; not because it is desirable to have something to do. — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
A small daily task, if it be really daily, will beat the labours of a spasmodic Hercules. — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
You men find so many angels in your travels. You have been honester than some. You have generally been off with the old angel… — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
To feel that your hours are filled to overflowing, that you can barely steal minutes enough for sleep, that the welfare of many is… — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
It is necessary to get a lot of men together, for the show of the thing, otherwise the world will not believe. That is… — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
“An accepted lover, who deserves to have been accepted, should devote every hour at his command to his mistress.” — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
“(On Charles Dickens) It has been the peculiarity and the marvel of this man’s power, that he has invested his puppets with a charm… — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
There is no road to wealth so easy and respectable as that of matrimony. — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
I hold that gentleman to be the best-dressed whose dress no one observes. — Anthony Trollope Copy Share Image
