As we advance in life the circle of our pains enlarges, while that of our pleasures contracts. — Sophie Swetchine Age Copy Share Image
Where there is a question of economy, I prefer privation. — Sophie Swetchine Economics Copy Share Image
Since there must be chimeras, why is not perfection the chimera of all men? — Sophie Swetchine Chimera Copy Share Image
It is a little stream, which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
We are amused through the intellect, but it is the heart that saves us from ennui. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
I like people to be saints; but I want them to be first and superlatively honest men. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
We do not judge men by what they are in themselves, but by what they are relatively to us. — Sophie Swetchine Character Copy Share Image
Those who make us happy are always thankful to us for being so; their gratitude is the reward of their benefits. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
I study much, and the more I study, the oftener I go back to those first principles which are so simple that… — Sophie Swetchine Childhood Copy Share Image
The root of sanctity is sanity. A man must be healthy before he can be holy. We bathe first, and then perfume. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
When fresh sorrows have caused us to take some steps in the right way, we may not complain. We have invested in… — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
There is nothing steadfast in life but our memories. We are sure of keeping intact only that which we have lost. — Sophie Swetchine Life Copy Share Image
There are words which are worth as much as the best actions, for they contain the germ of them all. — Sophie Swetchine Action Copy Share Image
When any one tells you that he belongs to no party, you may at any rate be sure that he does not… — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
If it were ever allowable to forget what is due to superiority of rank, it would be when the privileged themselves remember… — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands. — Sophie Swetchine Flower Copy Share Image
We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians. — Sophie Swetchine Experience Copy Share Image
What is resignation? It is putting God between one's self and one's grief. — Sophie Swetchine Grief Copy Share Image
The inventory of my faith for this lower world is soon made out. I believe in Him who made it. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
The most culpable of the excesses of Liberty is the harm she does herself. — Sophie Swetchine Culpable Copy Share Image
True poets, like great artists, have scarcely any childhood, and no old age. — Sophie Swetchine Age Copy Share Image
Poor humanity!--so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
The beings who appear cold, but are only timid, adore where they dare to love. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
The most dangerous of all flattery is the inferiority of those about us. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
Men are always invoking justice; yet it is justice which should make them tremble. — Sophie Swetchine Justice Copy Share Image
Antiquity is a species of aristocracy with which it is not easy to be on visiting terms. — Sophie Swetchine Antiquity Copy Share Image
Only those faults which we encounter in ourselves are insufferable to us in others. — Sophie Swetchine Encounter Copy Share Image
My sole defense against the natural horror which death inspires is to love beyond it. — Sophie Swetchine Death Copy Share Image
Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies. — Sophie Swetchine Age Copy Share Image
In this world of change naught which comes stays and naught which goes is lost. — Sophie Swetchine Change Copy Share Image
We are always looking into the future, but we see only the past. — Sophie Swetchine Future Copy Share Image
There is, by God's grace, an immeasurable distance between late and too late. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
We must labor unceasingly to render our piety reasonable, and our reason pious. — Sophie Swetchine Labor Copy Share Image