There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel. Anthony Trollope endenglishhappiness Change image and share on social
It is hard to rescue a man from the slough of luxury and idleness combined. If anything can do it, it is a cradle filled annually. Anthony Trollope annuallycombinecradle Change image and share on social
There is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six hours in which to do it. Anthony Trollope blissequalhour Change image and share on social
My sweetheart is to me more than a coined hemisphere. Anthony Trollope coinhemispheresweetheart Change image and share on social
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. Anthony Trollope biographybreakfastday Change image and share on social
When men think much, they can rarely decide. Anthony Trollope decidemanrarely Change image and share on social
It is the test of a novel writer's art that he conceal his snake-in-the-grass; but the reader may be sure that it is always there. Anthony Trollope artconcealgrass Change image and share on social
I never knew a government yet that wanted to do anything. Anthony Trollope governmentknowwant Change image and share on social
A fellow oughtn't to let his family property go to pieces. Anthony Trollope familyfellowoughtn Change image and share on social
Poverty, to be picturesque, should be rural. Suburban misery is as hideous as it is pitiable. Anthony Trollope hideousmiserypicturesque Change image and share on social