We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day, and pelt with baked apples the next. — 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 of a single coterie. It sees the light in one; is rocked and nurtured in another; is petted, developed, and attains its growth in a third; and receives its finishing touches only after passing through a… — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share
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
