Agnes Repplier
Agnes Repplier
Agnes Repplierwas an American essayist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth1 April 1855
CountryUnited States of America
phrases fancy virtue
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.
travel light comfort
abroad it is our habit to regard all other travelers in the light of personal and unpardonable grievances. They are intruders into our chosen realms of pleasure, they jar upon our sensibilities, they lessen our meager share of comforts, they are everywhere in our way, they are always an unnecessary feature in the landscape.
dog real suffering
A real dog, beloved and therefore pampered by his mistress, is a lamentable spectacle. He suffers from fatty degeneration of his moral being.
dog vanity canine
Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.
heart passion writing
Why do so many ingenious theorists give fresh reasons every year for the decline of letter writing, and why do they assume, in derision of suffering humanity, that it has declined? They lament the lack of leisure, the lack of sentiment ... They talk of telegrams, and telephones, and postal cards, as if any discovery of science, any device of civilization, could eradicate from the human heart that passion for self-expression which is the impelling force of letters.
humor essence mind
The essence of humor is that it should be unexpected, that it should embody an element of surprise, that it should startle us out of that reasonable gravity which, after all, must be our habitual frame of mind.
dream appreciation thinking
An appreciation of words is so rare that everybody naturally thinks he possesses it, and this universal sentiment results in the misuse of a material whose beauty enriches the loving student beyond the dreams of avarice.
thinking shifting comedy
For indeed all that we think so new to-day has been acted over and over again, a shifting comedy, by the women of every century.
confused years age
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.
choices want trouble
It takes time and trouble to persuade ourselves that the things we want to do are the things we ought to do.
men hands desire
No man pursues what he has at hand. No man recognizes the need of pursuit until that which he desires has escaped him.
reading character incidents
For my part, the good novel of character is the novel I can always pick up; but the good novel of incident is the novel I can never lay down.
biblical sunshine years
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.
phrases speech accepted
Neatness of phrase is so closely akin to wit that it is often accepted as its substitute.