There are twelve hours in the day, and above fifty in the night. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
. . . this life is a perpetual chequer-work of good and evil, pleasure and pain. When in possession of what we desire, we… — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
There is nobody who is not dangerous for someone. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
winter is past, and we have a prospect of spring that is superior to spring itself. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
We are so fond of hearing ourselves spoken of, that, be it good or ill, it is still pleasing. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
I pity those who have no taste for reading. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
Long life will sometimes obscure the star of fame. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
... truth ... carries authority with it; while falsehood and lies skulk under a load of words, without having the power of persuasion; the… — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
Oh Dear! How unfortunate I am not to have anyone to weep with! — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
good and evil travel on the same road, but they leave different impressions. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
Happiness, like misfortunes, never comes alone. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
If we could have a little patience, we should escape much mortification; time takes away as much as it gives. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
Ah, what a grudge I owe physicians! what mummery is their art! — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
the days, and the months, and the years, pass so swiftly, that I can no longer retain them. Time, in its flight, hurries me… — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
Nothing is so capable of overturning a good intention as to show a distrust of it; to be suspected for an enemy, is often… — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share
