Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies. Sophie Swetchine More Quotes by Sophie Swetchine More Quotes From Sophie Swetchine Men are always invoking justice; yet it is justice which should make them tremble. Sophie Swetchine shouldjusticemen The beings who appear cold, but are only timid, adore where they dare to love. Sophie Swetchine darecoldlove When fresh sorrows have caused us to take some steps in the right way, we may not complain. We have invested in a life annuity, but the income remains. Sophie Swetchine incomesorrowcomplaining I study much, and the more I study, the oftener I go back to those first principles which are so simple that childhood itself can lisp them. Sophie Swetchine childhoodprinciplessimple Suspicion has its dupes, as well as credulity. Sophie Swetchine dupessuspicionwells Pride dries the tears of anger and vexation; humility, those of grief. The one is indignant that we should suffer; the other calms us by the reminder that we deserve nothing else. Sophie Swetchine griefpridehumility Time is the shower of Danae; each drop is golden. Sophie Swetchine goldenshowerstime Impassioned characters never attain their mark till they have overshot it. Sophie Swetchine markambitioncharacter Old age is the night of life, as night is the old age of the day. Still, night is full of magnificence; and, for many, it is more brilliant than the day. Sophie Swetchine magnificenceagenight When any one tells you that he belongs to no party, you may at any rate be sure that he does not belong to yours. Sophie Swetchine politicalpartydoe Real sorrow is almost as difficult to discover as real poverty. An instinctive delicacy hides the rays of the one and the wounds of the other. Sophie Swetchine rayssorrowreal If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared. Sophie Swetchine sorrowgriefifs Feeling loves a subdued light. Sophie Swetchine sensibilitylightfeelings There is nothing steadfast in life but our memories. We are sure of keeping intact only that which we have lost. Sophie Swetchine steadfastlostmemories I love victory, but I love not triumph. Sophie Swetchine triumphvictory The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits. Sophie Swetchine limitsmindmight Men do not go out to meet misfortune as we do. They learn it; and we--we divine it. Sophie Swetchine misfortunesdivinemen True poets, like great artists, have scarcely any childhood, and no old age. Sophie Swetchine childhoodpoetryartist Prayer has a right to the word "ineffable." It is an hour of outpourings which words cannot express,--of that interior speech which we do not articulate, even when we employ it. Sophie Swetchine hoursspeechprayer Resignation is, to some extent, spoiled for me by the fact that it is so entirely conformable to the laws of common-sense. I should like just a little more of the supernatural in the practice of my favorite virtue. Sophie Swetchine common-sensepracticelaw
