We are rich only through what we give. 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 should justice men The beings who appear cold, but are only timid, adore where they dare to love. Sophie Swetchine dare cold love 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 income sorrow complaining 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 childhood principles simple Suspicion has its dupes, as well as credulity. Sophie Swetchine dupes suspicion wells 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 grief pride humility Time is the shower of Danae; each drop is golden. Sophie Swetchine golden showers time Impassioned characters never attain their mark till they have overshot it. Sophie Swetchine mark ambition character 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 magnificence age night Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies. Sophie Swetchine harmony creation age 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 political party doe 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 rays sorrow real If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared. Sophie Swetchine sorrow grief ifs Feeling loves a subdued light. Sophie Swetchine sensibility light feelings There is nothing steadfast in life but our memories. We are sure of keeping intact only that which we have lost. Sophie Swetchine steadfast lost memories I love victory, but I love not triumph. Sophie Swetchine triumph victory The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits. Sophie Swetchine limits mind might Men do not go out to meet misfortune as we do. They learn it; and we--we divine it. Sophie Swetchine misfortunes divine men True poets, like great artists, have scarcely any childhood, and no old age. Sophie Swetchine childhood poetry artist 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 hours speech prayer
