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 SwetchineIn youth we feel richer for every new illusion; in maturer years, for every one we lose.
Sophie SwetchineLet us resist the opinion of the world fearlessly, provided only that our self-respect grows in proportion to our indifference.
Sophie SwetchineOld age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies. The law of contrasts is one of the laws of beauty. Under the conditions of our climate, shadow gives light its worth; sternness enhances mildness; solemnity, splendor. Varying proportions of size support and subserve one another.
Sophie Swetchine