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In those happy days when leisure was held to be no sin, men and women wrote journals whose copiousness both delights and dismays us.

Agnes Repplier

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
People who pin their faith to a catchword never feel the necessity of understanding anything.
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Anything Catchword Faith Necessity People Pin Understanding
Conversation between Adam and Eve must have been difficult at times, because they had nobody to talk about.
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Adam Conversation Difficult Nobody Talk Time
I am eighty years old. There seems to be nothing to add to this statement. I have reached the age of undecorated facts – facts that refuse to be softened by sentiment, or confused by nobility of phrase.
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Add Age Confused Fact Nothing Reached Statement Undecorated Year
Innovations to which we are not committed are illuminating things.
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Committed Illuminating Innovation Thing
Whatever has “wit enough to keep it sweet” defies corruption and outlasts all time; but the wit must be of that outward and visible order which needs no introduction or demonstration at our hands.
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Corruption Defies Enough Hand Keep Order Outlast Sweet
When the contemplative mind is a French mind, it is content, for the most part, to contemplate France. When the contemplative mind is an English mind, it is liable to be seized at any moment by an importunate desire to contemplate Morocco or Labrador.
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Contemplate Contemplative Country Desire English French Important Mind Movement Travel
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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Biblical Gray Old Ought Outlook Seventy Sunshine Uncompromising Weighted Year
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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Cheer Departure Good Laughter Look Memories Question
I do strive to think well of my fellow man, but no amount of striving can give me confidence in the wisdom of a congressional vote.
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Confidence Fellow Giving Men Striving Thinking Wisdom
When the milk of human kindness turns sour, it is a singularly unpalatable draught.
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Draught Kindness Milk Unpalatable
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
Love is a malady, the common symptoms of which are the same in all patients.
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Common Love Malady Patient Symptom
A puppy is but a dog, plus high spirits, and minus common sense.
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Common Dog Minus Pet Sense
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
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

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