As we advance in life the circle of our pains enlarges, while that of our pleasures contracts. — Sophie Swetchine Age Copy Share Image
Prayer has a right to the word "ineffable." It is an hour of outpourings which words cannot express,--of that interior speech which… — Sophie Swetchine Communication Copy Share Image
He who has never denied himself for the sake of giving has but glanced at the joys of charity. — Sophie Swetchine Charity Copy Share Image
We are always looking into the future, but we see only the past. — Sophie Swetchine Future Copy Share Image
The most culpable of the excesses of Liberty is the harm she does herself. — Sophie Swetchine Doe Copy Share Image
It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits… — Sophie Swetchine Constrain Copy Share Image
To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands. — Sophie Swetchine Flower Copy Share Image
Friendship is like those ancient altars where the unhappy, and even the guilty, found a sure asylum. — Sophie Swetchine Altars Copy Share Image
All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a… — Sophie Swetchine Death Copy Share Image
The injustice of men subserves the justice of God, and often His mercy. — Sophie Swetchine Compassion Copy Share Image
Real sorrow is almost as difficult to discover as real poverty. An instinctive delicacy hides the rays of the one and the… — Sophie Swetchine Delicacy Copy Share Image
We deceive ourselves when we fancy that only weakness needs support. Strength needs it far more. — Sophie Swetchine Deceiving Copy Share Image
I study much, and the more I study, the oftener I go back to those first principles which are so simple that… — Sophie Swetchine Childhood Copy Share Image
In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life… — Sophie Swetchine Evaporation Copy Share Image
What is resignation? It is putting God between one's self and one's grief. — Sophie Swetchine Grief Copy Share Image
Death is the justification of all the ways of the Christian, the last end of all his sacrifices, the touch of the… — Sophie Swetchine Christian Copy Share Image
The inventory of my faith for this lower world is soon made out. I believe in Him who made it. — Sophie Swetchine Believe Copy Share Image
In this world of change naught which comes stays and naught which goes is lost. — Sophie Swetchine Change Copy Share Image
In retirement, the passage of time seems accelerated. Nothing warns us of its flight. It is a wave which never murmurs, because… — Sophie Swetchine Flight Copy Share Image
It is a little stream, which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course. — Sophie Swetchine Courses Copy Share Image
