Quotes by Anthony Trollope
Men who can succeed in deceiving no one else will succeed at last in deceiving themselves.
The affair simply amounted to this, that they were to eat their dinner uncomfortably in a field instead of comfortably in the dining room.
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.
It would seem that the full meaning of the word marriage can never be known by those who, at their first outspring into life, are surrounded by all that money can give. It requires the single sitting-room, the single fire, the necessary little efforts of self-devotion, the inward declaration that some struggle shall be made for that other one.
There are words which a man cannot resist from a woman, even though he knows them to be false.
Men who cannot believe in the mystery of our Saviour's redemption can believe that spirits from the dead have visited them in a stranger's parlour, because they see a table shake and do not know how it is shaken; because they hear a rapping on a board, and cannot see the instrument that raps it; because they are touched in the dark, and do not know the hand that touches them.
An attorney can find it consistent with his dignity to turn wrong into right, and right into wrong, to abet a lie, nay to create, disseminate, and with all the play of his wit, give strength to the basest of lies, on behalf of the basest of scoundrels.
The good and the bad mix themselves so thoroughly in our thoughts, even in our aspirations, that we must look for excellence rather in overcoming evil than in freeing ourselves from its influence.
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.
Is it not remarkable that the common repute which we all give to attorneys in the general is exactly opposite to that which every man gives to his own attorney in particular? Whom does anybody trust so implicitly as he trusts his own attorney? And yet is it not the case that the body of attorneys is supposed to be the most roguish body in existence?
To be alone with the girl to whom he is not engaged, is a man's delight;- to be alone with the man to whom she is engaged is the woman's.
I judge a man by his actions with men, much more than by his declarations Godwards When I find him to be envious, carping, spiteful, hating the successes of others, and complaining that the world has never done enough for him, I am apt to doubt whether his humility before God will atone for his want of manliness.
As to that leisure evening of life, I must say that I do not want it. I can conceive of no contentment of which toil is not to be the immediate parent.
It was admitted by all her friends, and also by her enemies - who were in truth the more numerous and active body of the two - that Lizzie Greystock had done very well with herself.
Love is like any other luxury. You have no right to it unless you can afford it.
Needless to deny that the normal London plumber is a dishonest man. We do not even allow ourselves to think so. That question, as to the dishonesty of mankind generally, is one that disturbs us greatly;- whether a man in all grades of life will by degrees train his honesty to suit his own book, so that the course of life which he shall bring himself to regard as soundly honest shall, if known to his neighbours, subject him to their reproof. We own to a doubt whether the honesty of a bishop would shine bright as the morning star to the submissive ladies who now worship him, if the theory of life upon which he lives were understood by them in all its bearings.
Marvellous 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.
No man thinks there is much ado about nothing when the ado is about himself.
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.
Anthony Trollope's Biography
Popular British author, who described realistically Victorian world. Trollope's best known stories were set in the imaginary English county of Barsetshire. In his autobiography (1883) Trollope wrote, that the novelist's task is "to make his readers so intimately acquainted with his characters that the creation of his brain should be to them speaking, moving, living, human creatures." Trollope is notable for having developed the chronicle form of fiction. The Barsetshire novels were the first serial fiction in English literature.

Anthony Trollope was born at 16 Keppel Street in London. He was the fifth of seven children. His father, Thomas Anthony, was a fellow of New College, Oxford, who failed both as a lawyer and as a farmer. The family's poverty made Trollope miserable at the rigid public social hierarchy in Harrow and Winchester. "It is hard to think of any good writer who had as wretched a time and had to endure it for so long," C. P. Snow wrote in Trollope (1975). Sometimes his parents could not afford to pay their son's school fees. After financial troubles, the family moved to Belgium, where Trollope's father died, broken-hearted and ill.

Trollope's mother, Frances Trollope (1780-1863), took her three youngest children to America to assist in the founding of the city of New Harmony, Memphis. The venture failed, and she traveled for fifteen months in America. In 1832, back in England, she published Domestic Manners of the Americans-she was at that time 52. The work gained success, and she could support her family through her writing. Trollope has recalled that some of her best works were born during the tragic period when her husband and daughter died. She continued writing until she was seventy-six.

Trollope joined at the age of 19 the post office, where he worked as a clerk. In 1841, at the age of 26, he became a postal surveyor in Ireland. Trollope spent in this work for 33 years and used later his experiences in many novels. After marrying Rose Heseltine in 1844, Trollope set up a house at Clonmel and started his literary career. Soon after marrying Trollope began writing his spare time to earn extra money. He also began to speculate about the health of his wife and wrote to Miss Dorothea Sankey, another Irish woman of his acquaintance: "Should anything happen to her, will you supply her place-as soon as a proper period of decent mourning is over?" Eventually Rose Heseltine outlived her husband.

On Post Office business Trollope traveled in Egypt (1858), the West Indies (1858-59), and the United States (1861-62, 1868). "The marine people - the captain and his satellites-are bound to provide me; and all that they have provided is yams, salt pork, biscuit, and bad coffee," complained Trollope on his ocean voyage to Cuba in 1859. "I should be starved but for the small ham-would that it had been a large one-which I thoughtfully purchased in Kingston..." (from The West Indies and the Spanish Main, 1859). By the end of his professional career Trollope had became a successful civil servant. Among his achievements is the introduction of the red British mail boxes for letters, known as pillar-boxes. Before the mailboxes one had to go to the Post Office to mail a letter.

In 1859 he moved back to London and resigned from the civil service in 1867. His election campaign as a Liberal parliamentary candidate was unsuccessful, but about 1869 Trollope began his creative late period, publishing psychological and sharply satirical novels. Between the years 1867 and 1870 he edited the St Paul's Magazine. In 1871-72 he traveled in Australia and New Zealand, again in Australia in 1875, and in South Africa in 1877.

Trollope regularly produced 1000 words an hour before breakfast- his page contained 250 words. "Perhaps the main characteristic of writers like Jane Austen and Trollope is their complete non-literariness", noted Ford Madox Ford in The March of Literature (1938). "Indeed, you would say that they are without the passion to write that distinguishes a Balzac, a Dickens, a Thackeray or even a genuine artist like Gautier." Trollope spent three productive hours a day at his desk, before a quire of paper, pen in hand. "I always began my task by reading the work of the day before," he wrote in AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY (1883). "I would strongly recommend this practice to all tyros in writing". Rewriting Trollope considered "a waste of time." In the evening he enjoyed playing whist at the Garrick Club.

Trollope's first book, THE MACDERMOTS OF BALLYCLORAN, was published in 1847. The powerful story depicted a doomed Irish family. The book did not sell and the published attributed the authorship to Trollope's mother, a better known writer. It took 12 years before Trollope started to make money with his pen. Most of his novels appeared first in serialized form in magazines.

His reputation as a writer Trollope established with his fourth novel, THE WARDEN (1855), which was set in the imaginary English county Barsetshire. The story told about a clergyman whose gentle life is upset when he is accused of misusing money meant for the old people's home he looks after. The Warden was conceived according to the author while wandering round Salisbury cathedral on a summer evening. It was followed by the 'Chronicles of Barsetshire', BARCHESTER TOWERS (1857), perhaps the most popular of all his novels, DOCTOR THORNE (1858), FRAMLEY PARSONAGE (1861), THE SMALL HOUSE AT ALLINGTON (1864), and THE LAST CHRONICLE OF BARSET (1967), which the author considered his finest novel. The series with realistic presentation of middle-class domestic relationship was received with enthusiasm by the mid-Victorian reading public. With humour and gentle satire, the author told stories of ordinary men and women with human weaknesses.

Palliser series was about an invented family of nobles started in 1864 with the novel CAN YOU FORGIVE HER? It continued with PHINEAS FINN (1869), THE EUSTACE DIAMONDS (1873), PHINEAS REDUX (1876), THE PRIME MINISTER (1876), and THE DUKE'S CHILDREN (1880). One of the central characters, Plantagenet Palliser (later Lord Omnium), had first appeared in The Small House at Allington. Trollope deepened the presentation of the dry, ambitious politician and his brilliant wife Glencora, and later considered that they were the two characters on whom his reputation with posterity would rest. THE WAY WE LIVE NOW (1874-75) was a social satire, which has been compared to Thackeray's Vanity Fair (1848). Trollope wrote it after returning to England from the colonies. The central character is Augustus Melmotte, an Austrian Jewish financier, who moves to London and and becomes the center of financial and political intrigues.

The Barset novels and Palliser series took together over twenty years of Trollope's writing life. His popularity was at its peak during the 1860s, when he lived at Waltham House, Hertfordshire. Especially readers admired his detailed description of social life and vivid psychological portraits of his characters, among them Madame Max Goesler, who appeared in several novels, and the scheming Mrs. Proudie. George Eliot remarked that his books "are filled with belief in goodness without the slightest tinge of maudlin." Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote that Trollope's novels are "solid, substantial, written on the strength of beef and through the inspiration of ale..." Trollope himself boasted that he produced novels with factory-like methodicalness. Henry James regarded it as a "betrayal of a sacred office and a "terrible crime", when Trollope admitted to his readers that the events he narrates have not really happened, and that he can give his narrative any turn the reader like best.

Trollope published some 40 novels, short stories, travel books, and essays. As a writer his work continued in more realistic vein the literary tradition on William Thackeray, of whom he wrote a study in 1879. Trollope lived in London from 1872 and at Harting Grange, Sussex, until 1882. He had a private library of 5,000 volumes, which was dearer to him "even than the horses." Trollope died in London on December 6, 1882. His last novel, MR. SCARBOROUGH'S FAMILY, was published posthumously in 1883. During the Second World War Trollope's novels were read primarily as romances but from the 1970s, critical revaluation of the author's contribution to the history of the novel has taken place, and Trollope's reputation as a moralist has risen greatly. However, still in the 1990s, his works were dismissed in the London Sunday Telegraph as overrated and flat.
Some rights reserved Petri Liukkonen (author) & Ari Pesonen. Kuusankosken kaupunginkirjasto 2008


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