Agnes Repplier
Agnes Repplier
Agnes Repplierwas an American essayist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth1 April 1855
CountryUnited States of America
sweetness-of-life people steps
There are people who balk at small civilities on account of their manifest insincerity. ... It is better and more logical to accept all the polite phraseology which facilitates intercourse, and contributes to the sweetness of life. If we discarded the formal falsehoods which are the currency of conversation, we should not be one step nearer the vital things of truth.
yield years stronger
Miserliness is the one vice that grows stronger with increasing years. It yields its sordid pleasures to the end.
perception world clear
The clear-sighted do not rule the world, but they sustain and console it.
sorry reality achievement
Democracy forever teases us with the contrast between its ideals and its realities, between its heroic possibilities and its sorry achievements.
laughter spring heartless
Laughter springs from the lawless part of our nature.
envy wish way
There is a natural limit to the success we wish our friends, even when we have spurred them on their way.
men envy selfishness
Need drives men to envy as fullness drives them to selfishness.
teaching learning busy
Everybody is now so busy teaching that nobody has any time to learn.
men thinking giving
I do strive to think well of my fellow man, but no amount of striving can give me confidence in the wisdom of a congressional vote.
pain regret years
Who that has plodded on to middle age would take back upon his shoulders ten of the vanished years, with their mingled pleasures and pains? Who would return to the youth he is forever pretending to regret?
passion political wasps
An historian without political passions is as rare as a wasp without a sting.
thinking england permit
The English possess too many agreeable traits to permit them to be as much disliked as they think and hope they are.
friendship had-enough firsts
We know when we have had enough of a friend, and we know when a friend has had enough of us. The first truth is no more palatable than the second.
music boredom people
What strange impulse is it which induces otherwise truthful people to say they like music when they do not, and thus expose themselves to hours of boredom?