The man who never tells an unpalatable truth ‘at the wrong time’ (the right time has yet to be discovered) is the man whose success in life is fairly well assured.
AGNES REPPLIERThe man who never tells an unpalatable truth ‘at the wrong time’ (the right time has yet to be discovered) is the man whose success in life is fairly well assured.
AGNES REPPLIERThe choice of a topic which will bear analysis and support enthusiasm, is essential to the enjoyment of conversation.
AGNES REPPLIERA puppy is but a dog, plus high spirits, and minus common sense.
AGNES REPPLIERThere is a secret and wholesome conviction in the heart of every man or woman who has written a book that it should be no easy matter for an intelligent reader to lay down that book unfinished. There is a pardonable impression among reviewers that half an hour in its company is sufficient.
AGNES REPPLIERIf history in the making be a fluid thing, it swiftly crystallizes.
AGNES REPPLIERMen who believe that, through some exceptional grace or good fortune, they have found God, feel little need of culture.
AGNES REPPLIEREconomics and ethics have little in common.
AGNES REPPLIERthe tea-hour is the hour of peace … strife is lost in the hissing of the kettle – a tranquilizing sound, second only to the purring of a cat.
AGNES REPPLIERPeople fed on sugared praises cannot be expected to feel an appetite for the black broth of honest criticism.
AGNES REPPLIERFor indeed all that we think so new to-day has been acted over and over again, a shifting comedy, by the women of every century.
AGNES REPPLIERIt has been wisely said that we cannot really love anybody at whom we never laugh.
AGNES REPPLIERThe English possess too many agreeable traits to permit them to be as much disliked as they think and hope they are.
AGNES REPPLIERLetters form a by-path of literature, a charming, but occasional, retreat for people of cultivated leisure.
AGNES REPPLIERWe have but the memories of past good cheer, we have but the echoes of departed laughter. In vain we look and listen for the mirth that has died away. In vain we seek to question the gray ghosts of old-time revelers.
AGNES REPPLIERThis is the sphinx of the hearthstone, the little god of domesticity, whose presence turns a house into a home.
AGNES REPPLIERreal letter-writing … is founded on a need as old and as young as humanity itself, the need that one human being has of another.
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