Quotes About Trollope

Rather glumly, he recalled the bit at the beginning of the Trollope biography he was reading, where Trollope considers the dreary sermons persuading people to turn their backs on worldly pleasure in the hope of heaven to come and asks, if such is really the case, then "Why are women so lovely?

Anyone who has read a Trollope novel knows that women did not have to wait until 1960 to feel trapped.

Money is the necessity that frees us from necessity. Of all novelists in any country, Trollope best understands the role of money. Compared with him even Balzac is a romantic.

A million muffin-eating moralists were waiting, not for us, Brother Ass, but for the plucky and tedious Trollope!

Lewes and Eliot between them, someone has said, a little pretentiously but not wrongly, defined the liberalism of the oikos, the Greek word for home, whereas Trollope's is the liberalism of the polis, the city. Lewes and Eliot were more prescient of our own preoccupations: reform had to pass through the living room before it could move to Parliament.

At the Quebec prison, he had read Barchester Towers by Anthony Trollope, then had autographed the book and given it to a guard for a souvenir.

The tenth Muse who now governs the periodical press.

The persons whom you cannot care for in a novel, because they are so bad, are the very same that you so dearly love in your life, because they are so good.

Babbling may be a weakness, but to my thinking mystery is a vice.

There is an aptness, a propriety, a fitness in these things which one can understand perhaps better than explain.

Who is there that abstains from reading that which is printed in abuse of himself?

There is no such mischievous nonsense in all the world as equality. That is what father says. What men ought to want is liberty.

Everything about her room betokened wealth; but she had put away the French novels, and had placed a Bible on a little table, not quite hidden, behind her own seat.

But the writing was clever. The facts, if not true, were well invented; the arguments, if not logical, were seductive. The

I am inclined to think that Miss Garrow was right in saying that the world is changed as touching mistletoe boughs. Kissing, I fear, is less innocent now than it used to be when our grandmothers were alive, and we have become more fastidious in our amusements.

I quite feel that an apology is due for beginning a novel with two long dull chapters full of description.

But, like some other undiplomatic ambassadors, in her desire to be civil, she ran at once to the extremity of the permitted concessions.

CHAPTER XLVIII THE DINNER AT THE BUSH

CHAPTER LIII LADY USHANT AT BRAGTON

Nobody ever heard of anything so mean, either in novels or in real life.

CHAPTER LXXVII THE SENATOR'S LECTURE.—NO. I

Then a voice from the back called out, 'What the deuce is all that to you?

CHAPTER LXXIX THE LAST DAYS OF MARY MASTERS

There is a general understanding that the wooden-legged men in country parishes should be employed as postmen, owing to the great steadiness of demeanour which a wooden leg is generally found to produce.