The man who never tells an unpalatable truth 'at the wrong time' (the right time has yet to be discovered) is the… — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
The delusions of the past seem fond and foolish. The delusions of the present seem subtle and sane. — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
It takes time and trouble to persuade ourselves that the things we want to do are the things we ought to do. — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
We have but the memories of past good cheer, we have but the echoes of departed laughter. In vain we look and… — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
Conversation between Adam and Eve must have been difficult at times because they had nobody to talk about. — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
Everybody is now so busy teaching that nobody has any time to learn. — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
People with theories of life are, perhaps, the most relentless of their kind, for no time or place is sacred from their… — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
The dog is guided by kindly instinct to the man or woman whose heart is open to his advances. The cat often leaves the… — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
Letter-writing on the part of a busy man or woman is the quintessence of generosity. — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
To have given pleasure to one human being is a recollection that sweetens life. — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
Believers in political faith-healing enjoy a supreme immunity from doubt. — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
Philadelphians are every whit as mediocre as their neighbors, but they seldom encourage each other in mediocrity by giving it a more agreeable name. — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
When the milk of human kindness turns sour, it is a singularly unpalatable draught. — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
Conversation in its happiest development is a link, equally exquisite and adequate, between mind and mind, a system by which men approach one another… — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
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… — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
the labors of the true critic are more essential to the author, even, than to the reader. — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and… — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage. — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
Erudition, like a bloodhound, is a charming thing when held firmly in leash, but it is not so attractive when turned loose upon a… — Agnes Repplier Copy Share Image
