Truth only is prolific. Error, sterile in itself, produces only by means of the portion of truth which it contains. It may… — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
There are but two future verbs which man may appropriate confidently and without pride: "I shall suffer," and "I shall die. — Sophie Swetchine 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
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
I can understand the things that afflict mankind, but I often marvel at God those which console. An atom may wound, but… — 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
