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I am seventy years old, a gray age weighted with uncompromising biblical allusions. It ought to have a gray outlook, but it hasn’t, because a glint of dazzling sunshine is dancing merrily ahead of me.

Agnes Repplier

It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.
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Construct Fabric Life Men Self True
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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Dog Lamentable m Mistress Pampered Real Suffer Suffering
real 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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Founded Humanity Letter Old Real Writing
The pessimist is seldom an agitating individual. His creed breeds indifference to others, and he does not trouble himself to thrust his views upon the unconvinced.
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Agitating Doe Indifference Pessimist Sedom Trouble View
A vast deal of ingenuity is wasted every year in evoking the undesirable, in the careful construction of objects which burden life. Frankenstein was a large rather than an isolated example.
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Construction Deal Evoking Example Ingenuity Undesirable Years
Guests are the delight of leisure, and the solace of ennui.
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Annual Delight Guest Leisure Solace
No man pursues what he has at hand. No man recognizes the need of pursuit until that which he desires has escaped him.
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Desire Escaped Hand Man Pursuit Recognize
The worst in life, we are told, is compatible with the best in art. So too the worst in life is compatible with the best in humour.
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Art Best Compatible Humour Life Told Worst
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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Age Middle Pain Plodded Regret Shoulder Vanished Year
Next to the joy of the egotist is the joy of the detractor.
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Criticism Detractor Egoist Joy Next
The tourist may complain of other tourists, but he would be lost without them.
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Busy Complain Inspirational Lost Memorable Now Tourist
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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Candor Conscious Glasses Outlook Reading Tale Unconscious Vision
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
It is unwise to feel too much if we think too little.
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Feel Feeling Little Think Thinking Unwise
The comfortable thing about the study of history is that it inclines us to think hopefully of our own times.
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Comfortable History Hopefully Inclines Study Thinking Time
Art… does not take kindly to facts, is helpless to grapple with theories, and is killed outright by a sermon.
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Art Doe Fact Grapple Helpless Outright Sermon Theories

I am seventy years old, a gray age weighted with uncompromising biblical allusions. It ought to have a gray outlook, but it hasn’t, because a glint of dazzling sunshine is dancing merrily ahead of me.

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