Agnes Repplier Quotes
Most popular Agnes Repplier Quotes
The tea-hour is the hour of peace.
Where there is no temptation, there is no virtue.
Need drives men to envy as fullness drives them to selfishness.
A puppy is but a dog, plus high spirits, and minus common sense.
The vanity of man revolts from the serene indifference of the cat.
When the milk of human kindness turns sour, it is a singularly unpalatable draught.
Humour distorts nothing, and only false gods are laughed off their earthly pedestals.
It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.
Humor brings insight and tolerance. Irony brings a deeper and less friendly understanding.
To be brave in misfortune is to be worthy of manhood; to be wise in misfortune is to conquer fate.
For there is nothing so lowering to one's self-esteem as the affectionate contempt of a beloved cat.
Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.
People fed on sugared praises cannot be expected to feel an appetite for the black broth of honest criticism.
It is in his pleasures that a man really lives, it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.
It is as impossible to withhold education from the receptive mind, as it is impossible to force it upon the unreasoning.
It is not what we learn in conversation that enriches us. It is the elation that comes of swift contact with the tingling currents of thought.
A real dog, beloved and therefore pampered by his mistress, is a lamentable spectacle. He suffers from a fatty degeneration of his moral being.
Wit is artificial; humor is natural. Wit is accidental; humor is inevitable. Wit is born of conscious effort; humor, of the allotted ironies of fate.
Erudition, like a bloodhound, is a charming thing when held firmly in leash, but it is not so attractive when turned loose upon a defenseless and unerudite public.
Life is so full of miseries, minor and major; they press so close upon us at every step of the way, that it is hardly worthwhile to call one's attention to their presence.
What monstrous absurdities and paradoxes have resisted whole batteries of serious arguments, and then crumbled swiftly into dust before the ringing death-knell of a laugh!
A man who listens because he has nothing to say can hardly be a source of inspiration. The only listening that counts is that of the talker who alternately absorbs and expresses ideas.
A man who owns a dog is, in every sense of the word, its master; the term expresses accurately their mutual relations. But it is ridiculous when applied to the limited possession of a cat.
Lovers of the town have been content, for the most part, to say they loved it. They do not brag about its uplifting qualities. They have none of the infernal smugness which makes the lover of the country insupportable.
The dog is guided by kindly instinct to the man or woman whose heart is open to his advances. The cat often leaves the friend who courts her, to honor, or to harass, the unfortunate mortal who shudders at her unwelcome caresses.
