If it were ever allowable to forget what is due to superiority of rank, it would be when the privileged themselves remember it.
Sophie SwetchineThe 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 SwetchineLet 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