My sole defense against the natural horror which death inspires is to love beyond it. — Sophie Swetchine Death Copy Share Image
Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies. — Sophie Swetchine Age Copy Share Image
Antiquity is a species of aristocracy with which it is not easy to be on visiting terms. — Sophie Swetchine Antiquity Copy Share Image
Men are always invoking justice; yet it is justice which should make them tremble. — Sophie Swetchine Justice Copy Share Image
The beings who appear cold, but are only timid, adore where they dare to love. — Sophie Swetchine Adore Copy Share Image
Poor humanity!--so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great. — Sophie Swetchine Dependent Copy Share Image
The most dangerous of all flattery is the inferiority of those about us. — Sophie Swetchine Dangerous Copy Share Image
Pride dries the tears of anger and vexation; humility, those of grief. The one is indignant that we should suffer; the other… — Sophie Swetchine Anger Copy Share Image
We deceive ourselves when we fancy that only weakness needs support. Strength needs it far more. — Sophie Swetchine Deceive Copy Share Image
One must be a somebody before they can have a enemy. One must be a force before he can be resisted by… — Sophie Swetchine Enemy Copy Share Image
We recognize the action of God in great things: we exclude it in small. We forget that the Lord of eternity is… — Sophie Swetchine Action Copy Share Image
The symptoms of compassion and benevolence, in some people, are like those minute guns which warn you that you are in deadly… — Sophie Swetchine Benevolence Copy Share Image
A friendship will be young after the lapse of half a century; a passion is old at the end of three months. — Sophie Swetchine Be young Copy Share Image
Old age is the night of life, as night is the old age of the day. Still, night is full of magnificence;… — Sophie Swetchine Age 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 Gratitude Copy Share Image
True poets, like great artists, have scarcely any childhood, and no old age. — Sophie Swetchine Age Copy Share Image
The most culpable of the excesses of Liberty is the harm she does herself. — Sophie Swetchine Culpable Copy Share Image
We are always looking into the future, but we see only the past. — Sophie Swetchine Future Copy Share Image
In this world of change naught which comes stays and naught which goes is lost. — Sophie Swetchine Change 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
Respect is a serious thing in him who feels it, and the height of honor for him who inspires the feeling. — Sophie Swetchine Feelings 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
I can understand the things that afflict mankind, but I often marvel at God those which console. An atom may wound, but… — Sophie Swetchine Atoms 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 Alike 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
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
God Himself allows certain faults; and often we say, "I have deserved to err; I have deserved to be ignorant. — Sophie Swetchine Certain 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
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
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
To reveal imprudently the spot where we are most sensitive and vulnerable is to invite a blow. The demigod Achilles admitted no… — Sophie Swetchine Achilles Copy Share Image
If it were ever allowable to forget what is due to superiority of rank, it would be when the privileged themselves remember… — Sophie Swetchine Dues 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
Friendship is like those ancient altars where the unhappy, and even the guilty, found a sure asylum. — Sophie Swetchine Altars 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
Let us shun everything, which might tend to efface the primitive lineaments of our individuality. Let us reflect that each one of… — Sophie Swetchine Individuality Copy Share Image
