What did Sophie Swetchine mean by: As we advance in life the circle of our pains enlarges, while that of our pleasures contracts. Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia Copy
Antiquity is a species of aristocracy with which it is not easy to be on visiting terms. Author, January 3, 2024January 6, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Distance, Elitism, History, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
Liberty must be a mighty thing; for by it God punishes and rewards nations. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Liberty, Punishment, Reward, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
+ He who has never denied himself for the sake of giving has but glanced at the joys of charity. Read explanation Author, January 3, 2024January 15, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Charity, Generosity, Selflessness, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
There are questions so indiscreet, that they deserve neither truth nor falsehood in reply. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Deception, Discretion, Honesty, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
The chains which cramp us most are those which weigh on us least. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Freedom, Limitations, Perception, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Mind, Perception, Soul, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
We must labor unceasingly to render our piety reasonable, and our reason pious. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Labor, Piety, Reason, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
The only true method of action in this world is to be in it, but not of it. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Authenticity, Detachment, Existence, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
We hope to grow old and we dread old age; that is to say, we love life and we flee from death. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Most men spend the best part of their lives making the remaining part wretched. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
