. . . it seldom happens, I think, that a man has the civility to die when all the world wishes it. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
Nothing is more certain of destroying any good feeling that may be cherished towards us than to show distrust. To be suspected as an enemy is often enough to make a man become so; the whole matter is over, there… — 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 Image
There is nobody who is not dangerous for someone. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
I pity those who have no taste for reading. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
Long life will sometimes obscure the star of fame. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
... 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 Image
Oh Dear! How unfortunate I am not to have anyone to weep with! — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
good and evil travel on the same road, but they leave different impressions. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
Happiness, like misfortunes, never comes alone. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
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 Image
Ah, what a grudge I owe physicians! what mummery is their art! — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
