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 SevigneThicken your religion a little. It is evaporating altogether by being subtilized.
Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de SevigneThe desire to be singular and to astonish by ways out of the common seems to me to be the source of many virtues.
Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de SevigneNothing is so capable of overturning a good intention as to show a distrust of it; to be suspected for an enemy, is often sufficient to make a person become one.
Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne