What did Sophie Swetchine mean by: Men are always invoking justice; yet it is justice which should make them tremble. Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia Copy
We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Influence, Perception, Self-awareness, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
There are words which are worth as much as the best actions, for they contain the germ of them all. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Actions, Value, Words, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
As we advance in life the circle of our pains enlarges, while that of our pleasures contracts. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Life, Pain, Pleasure, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
The beings who appear cold, but are only timid, adore where they dare to love. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Fear, Love, Perception, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
Travel is the frivolous part of serious lives, and the serious part of frivolous ones. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Frivolity, Seriousness, Travel, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Aging, Beauty, Harmony, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
In this world of change naught which comes stays and naught which goes is lost. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Change, Impermanence, Loss, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands. Author, January 3, 2024January 2, 2025, Sophie Swetchine, Creativity, Reflection, Transformation, 0 Sophie Swetchine Writer · Russia
Art must make you laugh a little and make you a little afraid. Anything as long as it doesn’t bore. Jean Dubuffet Artist · France
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love Jean Cocteau Artist · France
One is either judge or accused. The judge sits, the accused stands. Live on your feet. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
