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We 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 Repplier

Next to the joy of the egotist is the joy of the detractor.
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Criticism Detractor Egoist Joy Next
Personally, I do not believe that it is the duty of any man or woman to write a novel. In nine cases out of ten, there would be greater merit in leaving it unwritten.
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Attaches Believe Cause Maximum Men Personally Sanctify Writing
The earliest voice listened to by the nations in their infancy was the voice of the storyteller.
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Earliest Infancy Storytelling Voice
The great dividing line between books that are made to be read and books that are made to be bought is not the purely modern thing it seems. We can trace it, if we try, back to the first printing-presses.
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Book Dividing Geat Line Made Trying
People fed on sugared praises cannot be expected to feel an appetite for the black broth of honest criticism.
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Appetite Black Criticism Expected Fed People Sugared
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion. Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.
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Animal Defender Dog Faithful Friend Heart Leader Life Partner
If everybody floated with the tide of talk, placidity would soon end in stagnation. It is the strong backward stroke which stirs the ripples, and gives animation and variety.
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Backward Giving Pacidity Soon Stagnation Stron Strong Tide
The age of credulity is every age the world has ever known. Men have always turned from the ascertained, which is limited and discouraging, to the dubious, which is unlimited and full of hope for everybody.
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Age Always Ascertained Every Men Thinking
There are few things more wearisome in a fairly fatiguing life than the monotonous repetition of a phrase which catches and holds the public fancy by virtue of its total lack of significance.
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Fancy Monotonous Phrase Phrases Virtue Weirsome
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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Burden Grievous Hand Knowing Knowledge Little
Everybody is now so busy teaching that nobody has any time to learn.
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Busy Everybody Learn Learning Teaching Time
There is no liberal education for the under-languaged.
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Education Language Liberal
Friendship takes time.
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Friendship Take Time
Our belief in education is unbounded, our reverence for it is unfaltering, our loyalty to it is unshaken by reverses. Our passionate desire, not so much to acquire it as to bestow it, is the most animated of American traits.
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Belief Loyalty Passionate Desire Reverse Unbounded Unshaken
To be brave in misfortune is to be worthy of manhood; to be wise in misfortune is to conquer fate.
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Brave Fate Manhood Misfortune Wise
Those persons are happiest in this restless and mutable world who are in love with change, who delight in what is new simply because it differs from what is old; who rejoice in every innovation, and find a strange alert pleasure in all that is, and that has never been before.
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Change Delight Happiest Innovation Love Mituable Person Restless

We 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.

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We 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.

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