Anthony Trollope

Anthony Trollope
Anthony Trollopewas one of the most successful, prolific and respected English novelists of the Victorian era. Among his best-loved works is a series of novels collectively known as the Chronicles of Barsetshire, which revolves around the imaginary county of Barsetshire. He also wrote perceptive novels on political, social, and gender issues, and on other topical matters...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 April 1815
art snakes may
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.
knowing giving missing
Those who offend us are generally punished for the offence they give; but we so frequently miss the satisfaction of knowing that we are avenged !.
real believe men
It is necessary to get a lot of men together, for the show of the thing, otherwise the world will not believe. That is the meaning of committees. But the real work must always be done by one or two men.
faults politician wanted
It has been the great fault of our politicians that they have all wanted to do something.
ashamed bits
I ain't a bit ashamed of anything.
screws peg
Cham is the only thing to screw one up when one is down a peg.
men thinking vanity
No man thinks there is much ado about nothing when the ado is about himself.
strong people feelings
There is nothing more tyrannical than a strong popular feeling among a democratic people.
love
Never mingle love and business.
sex one-direction married
When once a woman is married she should be regarded as having thrown off her allegiance to her own sex. She is sure to be treacherous at any rate in one direction.
men thinking
When men think much, they can rarely decide.
horse husband house
A husband is very much like a house or a horse.
madness sanity remnants
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.
meals left-alone novel
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.