Quotes from Anthony Trollope

Never within the memory of living politicians had political rancour been so sharp, and the feeling of injury so keen, both on the one side and on the other.

A man is nothing now unless he has within him a full appreciation of the new era, an era in which it would seem that neither honesty nor truth is very desirable, but in which success is the only touchstone of merit.

Who were the happy people that were driven neither by ambition, nor poverty, nor greed, nor the cross purposes of unhappy love, to stifle and trample upon their feelings?

He might be fifty years old, and would have looked young for his age, had not constant work hardened his features, and given him the appearance of a machine with a mind. His face was full of intellect, but devoid of natural expression.

CHAPTER IX THE OLD KENNELS

He is bound by none of the ordinary rules of mankind.

That very distinguished but now aged physician, Sir Omicron Pie, was still staying at Matching Priory.

that a man should force himself to endure anything that might be sent upon him, not only without outward grumbling, but also without grumbling inwardly.

Can it be so? Can I again enjoy my pure, free will, my own unfettered thoughts: and wake once more to life's delicious perils? Can it be so? And yet what ails me now, that I am restless as a captive bird, and feel myself a slave? Do I not love him fondly as heroine ever loved her hero? Truly I love him, know his virtues well, honour him above all men. He is one, on whose kind breast a woman's tenderness and timid love may safely lean for shelter.

We know the story of the Spartan boy who held the fox under his tunic. The fox was biting him into the very entrails, but the young hero spoke never a word. Now, Bessy Garrow was inclined to think that it was a good thing to have a fox always biting, so that the torment caused no ruffle to her outward smiles. Now, at this moment the fox within her bosom was biting her sore enough, but she bore it without flinching.

The Honourable Mrs. Morton always went to church, and had no doubt of her own sincerity when she reiterated her prayer that as she forgave others their trespasses, so might she be forgiven hers. As Reginald Morton had certainly never trespassed against her perhaps there was no reason why her thoughts should be carried to the necessity of forgiving him.

CHAPTER XVII LORD RUFFORD'S INVITATION

There are times in one's, life in which the absence of all savour seems to be sufficient for life in this world. Were

But in such troubles nothing will give comfort. They must be borne, till the fire of misfortune burns itself out.

I don't think half so much of Parliament folk as some do. They're for promising everything before they's elected; but not one in twenty of 'em is as good as his word when he gets there.

THE WARDEN This is the first novel in Trollope's popular series known as the Chronicles of Barsetshire. The novel (Trollope's fourth) was first published in 1855 and was reportedly inspired by a walk around Salisbury cathedral.

That battle of the mistletoe had been fought on the morning before Christmas Day, and the Holmeses came on Christmas Eve.

All this was not very pleasant to John Morton. He

No one dependent on him! Are not his father and his mother and his sisters dependent on him as long as he must eat their bread till he can earn bread of his own? He will never earn bread of his own. He will always be eating bread that others have earned

I should not have gone. When there is unhappiness, people should stay together; — shouldn't they, mamma?

Then John Morton made up his mind that he would never ask another American Senator to his house.

A clergyman, — and such a clergyman too!" "I don't see that that has anything to do with it." And as he now spoke, John did take his eyes off his book. "Why should not a clergyman turn thief as well as anybody else? You girls always seem to forget that clergymen are only men after all.

Lady Glendora herself had a love for the mountains and lakes, but it was a love of that kind which requires to be stimulated by society, and which is keenest among cold chickens, picnic-pies, and the flying of champagne corks.

We must talk, think, and live up to the spirit of the times, and write up to it too, if that cacoethes be upon us, or else we are nought.