The Christian's God is a God of metamorphoses. You cast grief into his bosom: you draw thence, peace. You cast in despair: 'tis hope that rises to the surface. It is a sinner whose heart he moves. It is a… — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
Death is the justification of all the ways of the Christian, the last end of all his sacrifices, the touch of the Great Master which completes the picture. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
A good, finished scandal, fully armed and equipped, such as circulates in the world, is rarely the production of a single individual, or even… — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
Respect is a serious thing in him who feels it, and the height of honor for him who inspires the feeling. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
Since there must be chimeras, why is not perfection the chimera of all men? — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
Those who have suffered much are like those who know many languages; they have learned to understand and be understood by all. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
Men are always invoking justice; yet it is justice which should make them tremble. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
To reveal imprudently the spot where we are most sensitive and vulnerable is to invite a blow. The demigod Achilles admitted no one to… — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
There are questions so indiscreet, that they deserve neither truth nor falsehood in reply. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
Antiquity is a species of aristocracy with which it is not easy to be on visiting terms. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
The best of lessons, for a good many people, would be to listen at a keyhole. It is a pity for such that the… — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
There is, by God's grace, an immeasurable distance between late and too late. — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
