Anne Sophie Swetchine (née Sofia Petrovna Soymonova; 22 November 1782 – 10 September 1857), known as Madame Swetchine, was a Russian mystic, born in Moscow, and famous for her salon in Paris. (wikipedia)
We are always looking into the future, but we see only the past.
It is a little stream, which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course.
The injustice of men subserves the justice of God, and often His mercy.
Indulgence is lovely in the sinless; toleration, adorable in the pious and believing heart.
Let us shun everything, which might tend to efface the primitive lineaments of our individuality. Let us reflect that each one of us is a thought of God.
Indifferent souls never part. Impassioned souls part, and return to one another, because they can do no better.
Poor humanity!--so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great.
Since there must be chimeras, why is not perfection the chimera of all men?
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.
God has prohibited despair.