Molly Ivins
American journalist (1944-2007)
William Makepeace Thackeray was an acclaimed English novelist and illustrator known for his satirical works, especially the novel ‘Vanity Fair’ and ‘The Luck of Barry Lyndon’. Despite facing personal challenges, Thackeray rose to fame and is now considered one of the prominent authors of the Victorian era.
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William Makepeace Thackeraywas an English novelist and illustrator. He is known for his satirical works, particularly his 1847-1848 novel Vanity Fair, a panoramic portrait of British society, and the 1844 novel The Luck of Barry Lyndon, which was adapted for a 1975 film by Stanley Kubrick.
Thackeray was born in Calcutta, British India, and was sent to England after his father’s death in 1815. He studied at various schools and briefly attended Trinity College, Cambridge, before leaving to travel Europe. Thackeray squandered much of his inheritance on gambling and unsuccessful newspapers. He turned to journalism to support his family, primarily working for Fraser’s Magazine, The Times, and Punch. His wife Isabella suffered from mental illness, leaving Thackeray a de facto widower. Thackeray gained fame with his novel Vanity Fair and produced several other notable works. He unsuccessfully ran for Parliament in 1857 and edited the Cornhill Magazine in 1860. Thackeray’s health declined due to excessive eating, drinking, and lack of exercise. He died from a stroke at the age of fifty-two.
Thackeray began as a satirist and parodist, gaining popularity through works that showcased his fondness for roguish characters. He is best known for Vanity Fair, featuring Becky Sharp, and The Luck of Barry Lyndon. Thackeray’s early works were marked by savage attacks on high society, military prowess, marriage, and hypocrisy, often written under various pseudonyms. His writing career began with satirical sketches like The Yellowplush Papers. Thackeray’s later novels, such as Pendennis and The Newcomes, reflected a mellowing in his tone, focusing on the coming of age of characters and critical portrayals of society. During the Victorian era, Thackeray was ranked second to Charles Dickens but is now primarily known for Vanity Fair.
William Makepeace Thackeray was an English novelist and illustrator who lived from 1811 to 1863. He is known for his satirical works, particularly his 1847-1848 novel Vanity Fair and the 1844 novel The Luck of Barry Lyndon.
Vanity Fair is a panoramic novel by William Makepeace Thackeray that portrays British society in the early 19th century. It is considered one of Thackeray’s most renowned works and a classic of English literature.
William Makepeace Thackeray was born in Calcutta, British India, in 1811. He was later sent to England after his father’s death in 1815.
Thackeray faced several personal challenges, including squandering much of his inheritance on gambling and unsuccessful newspapers. He also had to support his family through journalism after his wife, Isabella, suffered from mental illness, leaving him a de facto widower.
Thackeray began as a satirist and parodist, known for his savage attacks on high society, military prowess, marriage, and hypocrisy. His later novels, such as Pendennis and The Newcomes, showed a mellowing in his tone, focusing on the coming of age of characters and critical portrayals of society.
During the Victorian era, Thackeray was ranked second to Charles Dickens as a prominent author. However, in modern times, he is primarily known for his novel Vanity Fair, which has cemented his place as one of the most influential writers of the Victorian period.
Thackeray’s health declined due to excessive eating, drinking, and lack of exercise. He ultimately died from a stroke at the age of 52.
Bravery never goes out of fashion.
British novelist (1811-1863)
People hate as they love, unreasonably.
British novelist (1811-1863)
Next to excellence is the appreciation of it.
British novelist (1811-1863)
When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.
British novelist (1811-1863)
The two most engaging powers of an author are to make new things familiar, familiar things new.
British novelist (1811-1863)
Good humor is one of the best articles of dress one can wear in society.
British novelist (1811-1863)
It is to the middle-class we must look for the safety of England.
British novelist (1811-1863)
Let a man who has to make his fortune in life remember this maxim: Attacking is the only secret. Dare and the world yields, or if it beats you sometimes, dare it again and you will succeed.
British novelist (1811-1863)
‘Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.
British novelist (1811-1863)
A clever, ugly man every now and then is successful with the ladies, but a handsome fool is irresistible.
British novelist (1811-1863)
If a secret history of books could be written, and the author’s private thoughts and meanings noted down alongside of his story, how many insipid volumes would become interesting, and dull tales excite the reader!
British novelist (1811-1863)
A good laugh is sunshine in the house.
British novelist (1811-1863)
Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you.
British novelist (1811-1863)
It is impossible, in our condition of Society, not to be sometimes a Snob.
British novelist (1811-1863)
When I walk with you I feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole.
British novelist (1811-1863)
Follow your honest convictions and be strong.
British novelist (1811-1863)
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.
British novelist (1811-1863)
It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.
British novelist (1811-1863)
Do not be in a hurry to succeed. What would you have to live for afterwards? Better make the horizon your goal; it will always be ahead of you.
British novelist (1811-1863)
Dinner was made for eating, not for talking.
British novelist (1811-1863)
It is only hope which is real, and reality is a bitterness and a deceit.
British novelist (1811-1863)
I would rather make my name than inherit it.
British novelist (1811-1863)
There are many sham diamonds in this life which pass for real, and vice versa.
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The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.
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There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.
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Except for the young or very happy, I can’t say I am sorry for anyone who dies.
British novelist (1811-1863)
I never knew whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.
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What money is better bestowed than that of a schoolboy’s tip? How the kindness is recalled by the recipient in after days! It blesses him that gives and him that takes.
British novelist (1811-1863)
An evil person is like a dirty window, they never let the light shine through.
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Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?
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The book of female logic is blotted all over with tears, and Justice in their courts is forever in a passion.
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Next to the young, I suppose the very old are the most selfish.
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To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.
British novelist (1811-1863)
Remember, it’s as easy to marry a rich woman as a poor woman.
British novelist (1811-1863)
People who do not know how to laugh are always pompous and self-conceited.
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