good and evil travel on the same road, but they leave different impressions. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne More Quotes by Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne More Quotes From Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne 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 hearing stills ill [After being corrected by a grammarian for using the feminine pronoun instead of the pseudogeneric masculine:] As you please, but for my part, if I were to express myself so, I should fancy I had a beard. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne feminine beard fancy winter is past, and we have a prospect of spring that is superior to spring itself. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne winter spring past the days, and the months, and the years, pass so swiftly, that I can no longer retain them. Time, in its flight, hurries me away, in spite of myself; in vain I endeavor to stop him, he drags me along: the thought of this alarms me. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne months time years It is freezing fit to split a stone. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne splits stones winter ... truth ... carries authority with it; while falsehood and lies skulk under a load of words, without having the power of persuasion; the more they attempt to show themselves, the more they are entangled. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne persuasion authority lying ... Providence conducts us with so much kindness through the different periods of our life, that we scarcely feel the change; our days glide gently and imperceptibly along, like the motion of the hour-hand, which we cannot discover. ... we advance gradually; we are the same to-day as yesterday, and to-morrow as to-day: thus we go on, without perceiving it, which is a miracle of the Providence I adore. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne yesterday kindness hands . . . long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in . . . Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne journey mind long . . . this life is a perpetual chequer-work of good and evil, pleasure and pain. When in possession of what we desire, we are only so much the nearer losing it; and when at a distance from it, we live in expectation of enjoying it again. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne distance pain evil . . .the most astonishing, the most surprising, the most marvelous, the most miraculous. . . the greatest, the least, the rarest, the most common, the most public, the most private till today. . . I cannot bring myself to tell you: guess what it is. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne surprising common today I do not like to employ secretaries that have more wit than myself. I am afraid to make them write all my nonsense. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne nonsense wit writing if I inflict wounds, I heal them. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne repentance heal ifs war often breaks out when there is the most talk of peace. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne break-out war peace Fortune is always on the side of the largest battalions. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne sides war peace True friendship is never serene. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne real-friends true-friend friendship We like so much to hear people talk of us and of our motives, that we are charmed even when they abuse us. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne motive abuse people We like no noise unless we make it ourselves. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne noise There is no one who does not represent a danger to someone. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne danger doe The heart never becomes wrinkled. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne heart It is day by day that we go forward; today we are as we were yesterday and tomorrow we shall be like ourselves today. So we go on without being aware of it, and this is one of the miracles of Providence that I so love. Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne miracle goes-on yesterday