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Anthony Trollope (1815 – 1882) was an English novelist of the Victorian era. Among his best-known works is a series of novels collectively known as the Chronicles of Barsetshire, which revolves around the imaginary county of Barsetshire. He also wrote novels on political, social, and gender issues, and other topical matters. Trollope’s literary reputation dipped somewhat during the last years of his life, but he had regained the esteem of critics by the mid-20th century. He did the bulk of his writing while travelling on the train in his position as a postmaster in Ireland.
“This habit of reading, I make bold to tell you, is your pass to the greatest, the purest, and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures. It lasts when all other pleasures fade. It will support you when all other recreations are gone. It will last until your death. It will make your hours pleasant to you as long as you live.”
“To have her meals, and her daily walk, and her fill of novels, and to be left alone, was all that she asked of the gods.”
“She was as one who, in madness, was resolute to throw herself from a precipice, but to whom some remnant of sanity remained which forced her to seek those who would save her from herself.”
“Till we can become divine, we must be content to be human, lest in our hurry for change we sink to something lower.”
She thought ; “I hate a stupid man who can’t talk to me, and I hate a clever man who talks me down. I don’t like a man who is too lazy to make any effort to shine; but I particularly dislike the man who is always striving for effect. I abominate a humble man, but yet I love to perceive that a man acknowledges the superiority of my sex, and youth and all that kind of thing. . . A man who would tell me that I am pretty, unless he is over seventy, ought to be kicked out of the room. But a man who can’t show me that he thinks me so without saying a word about it, is a lout.”
“Did you ever know a poor man made better by law or a lawyer?"
“Throughout the world, the more wrong a man does, the more indignant is he at wrong done to him. ”
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- - - - - - -“To have her meals, and her daily walk, and her fill of novels, and to be left alone, was all that she asked of the gods.”
“She was as one who, in madness, was resolute to throw herself from a precipice, but to whom some remnant of sanity remained which forced her to seek those who would save her from herself.”
“Till we can become divine, we must be content to be human, lest in our hurry for change we sink to something lower.”
She thought ; “I hate a stupid man who can’t talk to me, and I hate a clever man who talks me down. I don’t like a man who is too lazy to make any effort to shine; but I particularly dislike the man who is always striving for effect. I abominate a humble man, but yet I love to perceive that a man acknowledges the superiority of my sex, and youth and all that kind of thing. . . A man who would tell me that I am pretty, unless he is over seventy, ought to be kicked out of the room. But a man who can’t show me that he thinks me so without saying a word about it, is a lout.”
“Did you ever know a poor man made better by law or a lawyer?"
“Throughout the world, the more wrong a man does, the more indignant is he at wrong done to him. ”
