Let us resist the opinion of the world fearlessly, provided only that our self-respect grows in proportion to our indifference. — Sophie Swetchine Grows Copy Share Image
Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but… — Sophie Swetchine Eye Copy Share Image
Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them. — Sophie Swetchine Affection Copy Share Image
We are all of us, in this world, more or less like St. January, whom the inhabitants of Naples worship one day,… — Sophie Swetchine Apples Copy Share Image
There are two ways of attaining an important end, force and perseverance; the silent power of the latter grows irresistible with time. — Sophie Swetchine Ends Copy Share Image
Indifferent souls never part. Impassioned souls part, and return to one another, because they can do no better. — Sophie Swetchine Can do Copy Share Image
Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental… — Sophie Swetchine Despots Copy Share Image
The chains which cramp us most are those which weigh on us least. — Sophie Swetchine Chains Copy Share Image
The Christian's God is a God of metamorphoses. You cast grief into his bosom: you draw thence, peace. You cast in despair:… — Sophie Swetchine Bosoms Copy Share Image
Let our lives be pure as snowfields, where our steps leave a mark but no stain. — Sophie Swetchine Aging Copy Share Image
Men do not go out to meet misfortune as we do. They learn it; and we--we divine it. — Sophie Swetchine Divine 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 Appropriate Copy Share Image
Poor humanity!--so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great. — Sophie Swetchine Dependent Copy Share Image
Indulgence is lovely in the sinless; toleration, adorable in the pious and believing heart. — Sophie Swetchine Adorable Copy Share Image
Might we not say to the confused voices which sometimes arise from the depths of our being: "Ladies, be so kind as… — Sophie Swetchine Arise Copy Share Image
Virtue is the daughter of Religion; Repentance, her adopted child,--a poor orphan who, without the asylum which she offers, would not know… — Sophie Swetchine Adopted Copy Share Image
In youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose. — Sophie Swetchine Aging Copy Share Image
America has begun her career at the culminating point of life, as Adam did at the age of thirty. — Sophie Swetchine Adam Copy Share Image
