Quotes from Anthony Trollope

You never tried it, sir. I fear it, father; I fear that I may fail to teach myself to sit contented at Count Upsel's feet, and greet long years of gilded idleness with constant smiles.

There is a kind of gratification in seeing what one has never seen before, be it ever so little worth seeing;

One does not like to have one's little offerings of sentimental service turned into burlesque when one is in love in earnest.

At the bottom of her heart she knew that she had been a bad wife. And yet she had meant to be a pattern wife! She had meant to be a good Christian; but she had so exercised her Christianity that not a soul in the world loved her, or would endure her presence if it could be avoided!

At his door she now presented herself, and, having explained to his wife that most urgent business required her to go at once to Barchester, begged that Farmer Subsoil would take her thither in his tax-cart. The farmer did not reject her plan, and, as soon as Prince could be got into his collar, they started on their journey.

And from that time to this the din of war is still going on, and they are in the thick of it. The carnage of their battles, the hatreds of their civil contests, are terrible to us when we think of them; but may it not be that the beneficient power of Heaven, which they acknowledge as we do, is thus cleansing their land from that stain of slavery, to abolish which no human power seemed to be sufficient?

She had no ambition to write a good book, but was painfully anxious to write a book that the critics should say was good. Had

Doan't thou marry for munny, but goa where munny is." Mrs. Greystock would have repudiated the idea of mercenary marriages in any ordinary conversation, and would have been severe on any gentleman who was false to a young lady. But it is so hard to bring one's general principles to bear on one's own conduct or in one's own family; — and then the Greystocks were so peculiar a people!

have an idea that people ought to be happy if it be only for the sake of their neighbours.

She could flatter also, though her very flattery had always in it something that was disagreeable.

She thought so badly of men and women generally, and of Mr Broune and herself as a man and a woman individually, that she was unable to conceive the possibility of such a sacrifice.

Poor Eleanor! I cannot say that with me John Bold was ever a favourite.

Men are so seldom really good. They are so little sympathetic. What man thinks of changing himself so as to suit his wife? And yet men expect that women shall put on altogether new characters when they are married, and girls think that they can do so.

Of absolute money tenders Mr. Crawley would accept none. But a bill here and there was paid, the wife assisting; and shoes came for Kate — till Kate was placed beyond the need of shoes; and cloth for Harry and Frank found its way surreptitiously in beneath the cover of that wife's solitary trunk — cloth with which those lean fingers worked garments for the two boys, to be worn — such was God's will — only by the one.

It is no doubt very wrong to long after a naughty thing. But nevertheless, we all do so. One may say that hankering after naughty things is the very essence of the evil into which we have been precipitated by Adam's fall. When we confess that we are all sinners, we confess that we all long after naughty things

You can't alter a man's nature. Oswald was born to be a master of hounds, and you were born to be a Secretary of State.

Nobody had yet spoken to her about her father since she had been at Framley. It had been as though the subject were a forbidden one. And how frequently is this the case! When those we love are dead, our friends dread to mention them, though to us who are bereaved no subject would be so pleasant as their names. But we rarely understand how to treat our own sorrow or those of others.

That will be said because people think that heroes in books should be so much better than heroes got up for the world's common wear and tear.

She felt sure that she never could love him. Had it been on the cards with her to love any man as a lover, it would have been some handsome spendthrift who would have hung from her neck like a nether millstone. This

The Mob" thought that a good deal should be overlooked in a Melmotte, and that the philanthropy of his great designs should be allowed to cover a multitude of sins. I do not know that the theory was ever so plainly put forward as it was done by the ingenious and courageous writer in "The Mob"; but in practice it has commanded the assent of many intelligent minds.

People seen by the mind are exactly different to things seen by the eye. They grow smaller and smaller as you come nearer down to them, whereas things become bigger. I remember when I used to think that members of the Cabinet were almost gods, and now they seem to be no bigger than the shoeblacks, — only less picturesque.

If it had turned out to be anybody else," said the member of Parliament, "the results might have been most serious, — not to say discreditable.

CHAPTER LVII MRS. MORTON RETURNS

We want that which we have not; and especially that which we can never have.