Quotes from Agnes Repplier

The man who never tells an unpalatable truth 'at the wrong time' (the right time has yet to be discovered) is the man whose success in life is fairly well assured.

The human race may be divided into people who love cats and people who hate them; the neutrals being few in numbers, and, for intellectual and moral reasons, not worth considering.

The least practical of us have some petty thrift dear to our hearts, some one direction in which we love to scrimp.

Wit is as infinite as love, and a deal more lasting in its qualities.

It takes time and trouble to persuade ourselves that the things we want to do are the things we ought to do.

We cannot really love anyone with with whom we never 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.

Humor brings insight and tolerance.

We are less likely to fail if we measure with judgement our chances and our capabilities.

We cannot really love anybody with whom we never laugh.

Democracy forever teases us with the contrast between its ideals and its realities, between its heroic possibilities and its sorry achievements.

We may fail of our happiness, strive we ever so bravely; but we are less likely to fail if we measure with judgment our chances and our capabilities.

It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.

We may fail of our happiness, strive we ever so bravely, but we are less likely to fail if we measure with judgement our chances and our capabilities.

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.

No man pursues what he has at hand. No man recognizes the need of pursuit until that which he desires has escaped him.

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.

There are few nudities so objectionable as the naked truth.

Art is never didactic, does not take kindly to facts, is helpless to grapple with theories, and is killed outright by a sermon.

Humor brings insight and tolerance. Irony brings a deeper and less friendly understanding.

It is not what we learn in conversation that enriches us. It is the elation that comes of swift contact with tingling currents of thought.

The pitfall of the feminist is the belief that the interests of men and women can ever be severed; that what brings sufferings to the one can leave the other unscathed.

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

It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.