You might pass Eleanor Harding in the street without notice, but you could hardly pass an evening with her and not lose your heart. - Anthony Trollope

Does not all the world know that when in autumn the Bismarcks of the world, or they who are bigger than Bismarcks, meet at this or that delicious haunt of salubrity, the affairs of the world are then settled in little conclaves, with grater ease, rapidity, and certainty than in large parliaments or the dull chambers of public offices?

The end of a novel, like the end of children’s dinner-party, must be made up of sweetmeats and sugar-plum

Above all things, never think that you're not good enough yourself. A man should never think that. My belief is that in life people will take you very much at your own reckoning.