“Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who holds a low opinion of himself.”
Anthony Trollope“(On Charles Dickens) It has been the peculiarity and the marvel of this man’s power, that he has invested his puppets with a charm that has enabled him to dispense with human nature.”
Anthony Trollope, Autobiography of Anthony Trollope“I have from the first felt sure that the writer, when he sits down to commence his novel, should do so, not because he has to tell a story, but because he has a story to tell. The novelist's first novel will generally have sprung from the right cause.”
Anthony Trollope, Autobiography of Anthony Trollope“Marvelous is the power which can be exercised, almost unconsciously, over a company, or an individual, or even upon a crowd by one person gifted with good temper, good digestion, good intellects, and good looks.”
Anthony Trollope“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“Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who has a low opinion of himself.”
Anthony Trollope“Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who has a low opinion of himself.”
Anthony Trollope“No man thinks there is much ado about nothing when the ado is about himself.”
Anthony Trollope“The habit of reading is the only enjoyment in which there is no alloy it lasts when all other pleasures fade.”
Anthony Trollope“A novelist's characters must be with him as he lies down to sleep, and as he wakes from his dreams. He must learn to hate them and to love them.”
Anthony Trollope“In social life we hardly stop to consider how much of that daring spirit which gives mastery comes from hardness of heart rather than from high purpose, or true courage. The man who succumbs to his wife, the mother who succumbs to her daughter, the master who succumbs to his servant, is as often brought to servility by a continual aversion to the giving of pain, by a softness which causes the fretfulness of others to be an agony to himself,—as by any actual fear which the firmness of the imperious one may have produced. There is an inner softness, a thinness of the mind's skin, an incapability of seeing or even thinking of the troubles of others with equanimity, which produces a feeling akin to fear; but which is compatible not only with courage, but with absolute firmness of purpose, when the demand for firmness arises so strongly as to assert itself.”
Anthony Trollope