All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.
Sophie SwetchineThere are but two future verbs which man may appropriate confidently and without pride: "I shall suffer," and "I shall die.
Sophie SwetchineIt 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