A man's own dinner is to himself so important that he cannot bring himself to believe that it is a matter utterly indifferent to every one else.

Anthony Trollope
English novelist of the Victorian period (1815-1882)
111 pieces
- Lived
- 1815–1882
- Born
- London
- Died
- London
- Nationality
- United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland
- Known as
- writer, politician, biographer, novelist
- Era
- 19th century
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Works (111)
It is a remarkable thing with reference to men who are distressed for money... they never seem at a loss for small sums, or deny themselves those luxuries which small sums purchase. Cabs, dinners, wine, theatres, and new gloves are always …
When young Mark Robarts was leaving college, his father might well declare that all men began to say all good things to him, and to extol his fortune in that he had a son blessed with so excellent a disposition.
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.
There is no road to wealth so easy and respectable as that of matrimony.
One of her instructors in fashion had given her to understand that curls were not the thing. "They'll always pass muster," Miss Dunstable had replied, "when they are done up with bank notes."
Before the reader is introduced to the modest country medical practitioner who is to be the chief personage of the following tale, it will be well that he should be made acquainted with some particulars as to the locality in which, and the …
The end of a novel, like the end of a children's dinner-party, must be made up of sweetmeats and sugar-plums.
Don't let love interfere with your appetite. It never does with mine.
There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.
There is no way of writing well and also of writing easily.
She well knew the great architectural secret of decorating her constructions, and never descended to construct a decoration.
There is, perhaps, no greater hardship at present inflicted on mankind in civilised and free countries, than the necessity of listening to sermons.
In the latter days of July in the year 185-, a most important question was for ten days hourly asked in the cathedral city of Barchester, and answered every hour in various ways — Who was to be the new Bishop?
The tenth Muse who now governs the periodical press.
He was not so anxious to prove himself right, as to be so.
There are worse things than a lie... I have found... that it may be well to choose one sin in order that another may be shunned.
A man's mind will very generally refuse to make itself up until it be driven and compelled by emergency.
He could find no cure for his grief; but he did know that continued occupation would relieve him, and therefore he occupied himself continually.
I hold that gentleman to be the best dressed whose dress no one observes. I am not sure but that the same may be said of an author's written language.
The man who worships mere wealth is a snob.
Next to a sum of money down, a grievance is the best thing you can have. A man who can stick to a grievance year after year will always make money out of it at last.
It was one of the tenets of her life — the strongest, perhaps, of all those doctrines on which she built her faith — that this world is a world of woe; that wailing and suffering, if not gnashing of teeth, is and should be the condition of …
There are words which a man cannot resist from a woman, even though he knows them to be false.