Barchester Towers

Don't let love interfere with your appetite. It never does with mine.

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

There is no way of writing well and also of writing easily.

There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.

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.

There is no royal road to learning; no short cut to the acquirement of any art.

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?