The delusions of the past seem fond and foolish. The delusions of the present seem subtle and sane.
AGNES REPPLIERBelievers in political faith-healing enjoy a supreme immunity from doubt.
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A real dog, beloved and therefore pampered by his mistress, is a lamentable spectacle. He suffers from fatty degeneration of his moral being.
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Edged tools are dangerous things to handle, and not infrequently do much hurt.
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Every misused word revenges itself forever upon a writer’s reputation.
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The impulse to travel is one of the hopeful symptoms of life.
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If history in the making be a fluid thing, it swiftly crystallizes.
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Woman is quick to revere genius, but in her secret soul she seldom loves it.
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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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For 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.
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History is not written in the interests of morality.
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Cats, even when robust, have scant liking for the boisterous society of children, and are apt to exert their utmost ingenuity to escape it. Nor are they without adult sympathy in their prejudice.
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The well-ordered mind knows the value, no less than the charm, of reticence. The fruit of the tree of knowledge … falls ripe from its stem; but those who have eaten with sobriety find no need to discuss the processes of digestion.
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The cat dwells within the circle of her own secret thoughts.
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The necessity of knowing a little about a great many things is the most grievous burden of our day. It deprives us of leisure on the one hand, and of scholarship on the other.
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The comfortable thing about the study of history is that it inclines us to think hopefully of our own times.
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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.
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