Years do not make sages; they only make old men. Sophie Swetchine More Quotes by Sophie Swetchine More Quotes From Sophie Swetchine To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands. Sophie Swetchine flowerideasthinking The world has no sympathy with any but positive griefs. It will pity you for what you lose; never for what you lack Sophie Swetchine griefsympathyworld The only true method of action in this world is to be in it, but not of it. Sophie Swetchine methodactionworld To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others. Sophie Swetchine memorableloveromantic Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them. Sophie Swetchine affectiongivensoul The most culpable of the excesses of Liberty is the harm she does herself. Sophie Swetchine excesslibertydoe Liberty must be a mighty thing; for by it God punishes and rewards nations. Sophie Swetchine rewardsnationsliberty The symptoms of compassion and benevolence, in some people, are like those minute guns which warn you that you are in deadly peril. Sophie Swetchine guncompassionpeople What is resignation? It is putting God between one's self and one's grief. Sophie Swetchine resignationgriefself There are questions so indiscreet, that they deserve neither truth nor falsehood in reply. Sophie Swetchine falsehooddeserve Life grows darker as we go on, till only one pure light is left shining on it; and that is faith. Old age, like solitude and sorrow, has its revelations. Sophie Swetchine shininglightfaith Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but if one only lives, it will perfume our steps and rejoice our eyes. Sophie Swetchine eyekindnesssteps A good, finished scandal, fully armed and equipped, such as circulates in the world, is rarely the production of a single individual, or even of a single coterie. It sees the light in one; is rocked and nurtured in another; is petted, developed, and attains its growth in a third; and receives its finishing touches only after passing through a multitude of hands. It is a child that can count a host of fathers--all ready to disown it. Sophie Swetchine lightfatherchildren The Christian's God is a God of metamorphoses. You cast grief into his bosom: you draw thence, peace. You cast in despair: 'tis hope that rises to the surface. It is a sinner whose heart he moves. It is a saint who returns him thanks. Sophie Swetchine griefchristiangod Travel is the frivolous part of serious lives, and the serious part of frivolous ones. Sophie Swetchine adventureinspirationaltravel It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits of life constrain us on all sides. Sophie Swetchine sorrowlimitssides Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly. Sophie Swetchine nightfallsilencelost Respect is a serious thing in him who feels it, and the height of honor for him who inspires the feeling. Sophie Swetchine respectfeelingsinspire Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together. Sophie Swetchine virtuetogetherhands In retirement, the passage of time seems accelerated. Nothing warns us of its flight. It is a wave which never murmurs, because there is no obstacle to its flow. Sophie Swetchine obstaclesflowretirement
