Sleep sweetly in the fields of asphodel, and waken, as of old, to stretch thy languid length, and purr thy soft contentment to the skies.
AGNES REPPLIERPeople who cannot recognize a palpable absurdity are very much in the way of civilization.
More Agnes Repplier Quotes
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The clear-sighted do not rule the world, but they sustain and console it.
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Innovations to which we are not committed are illuminating things.
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the labors of the true critic are more essential to the author, even, than to the reader.
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Wit is a thing capable of proof.
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Laughter springs from the lawless part of our nature, and is purifying only in so far as there is a natural and unschooled goodness in the human heart.
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The delusions of the past seem fond and foolish. The delusions of the present seem subtle and sane.
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For my part, the good novel of character is the novel I can always pick up; but the good novel of incident is the novel I can never lay down.
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Conversation between Adam and Eve must have been difficult at times, because they had nobody to talk about.
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The sanguine assurance that men and nations can be legislated into goodness, that pressure from without is equivalent to a moral change within, needs a strong backing of inexperience.
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There are many ways of asking a favor; but to assume that you are granting the favor that you ask shows spirit and invention.
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The universality of a custom is pledge of its worth.
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The friendships of nations, built on common interests, cannot survive the mutability of those interests.
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It has been wisely said that we cannot really love anybody at whom we never laugh.
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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?
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Diaries tell their little tales with a directness, a candor, conscious or unconscious, a closeness of outlook, which gratifies our sense of security. Reading them is like gazing through a small clear pane of glass. We may not see far and wide, but we see very distinctly that which comes within our field of vision.
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