Quotes from Alexandre Dumas

It is the way of weakened minds to see everything through a black cloud. The soul forms its own horizons; your soul is darkened, and consequently the sky of the future appears stormy and unpromising.

Live and be happy, beloved children of my heart, and never forget that, until the day comes when God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these words: Wait and hope! Your friend, EDMOND DANTÈS, Count of Monte Cristo

D'Artagnan was amazed to note by what fragile and unknown threads the destinies of nations and the lives of men are suspended. He

he despises all honors, and contents himself with those written on his passport." "That

The terrible office he had held for twenty-five years had placed him far outside the range of any human feelings.

happiness makes even wicked men good, …

I have only two adversaries — I will not say two conquerors, for with perseverance I subdue even them, — they are time and distance. There is a third, and the most terrible — that is my condition as a mortal being.

La dicha es como esos palacios de las islas encantadas, cuyas puertas guardan formidables dragones; preciso es combatir para conquistar

Ho l'impressione che l'uomo non possa essere felice così facilmente! La felicità è come quei palazzi delle isole incantate alle cui porte stanno a difesa i draghi: bisogna combattere per conquistarli.

Delays only double grief when one has to part ...

God speaks to your heart and your heart speaks to you. Tell me what it says.

And why do you represent Providence? ... Why do you remember when it forgets?

it is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!" "What

And what solitude is more vast and more poetic than that of a ship sailing alone on the sea, in the darkness of night and the silence of infinity, under the eye of the Lord?

the more men you see die, the easier it becomes to die yourself; and in my opinion, death may be a torture, but it is not an expiation.

I am the one whom you sold, betrayed and dishonoured. I am the one whose fiancée you prostituted. I am the one on whom you trampled in order to attain a fortune. I am the one whose father you condemned to starvation, and the one who condemned you to starvation, but who none the less forgives you, because he himself needs forgiveness. I am Edmond Dantès!

Count, for me with Valentine there could be an infinite, immense, unknown happiness, a happiness too great, too complete and too divine for this world. Since this world has not given it to me, Count, that means that there is nothing for me on earth except despair and desolation.

Having reached the summit of his vengeance by the slow and tortuous route that he had followed, he had looked over the far side of the mountain and into the abyss of doubt.

Not their application, certainly, but their principles you may; to learn is not to know; there are the learners and the learned. Memory makes the one, philosophy the other.

I shall reply that I really do look upon him as one of Byron's heroes, whom misery has marked with a fatal brand; some Manfred, some Lara, some Werner, one of those wrecks, as it were, of some ancient family, who, disinherited of their patrimony, have achieved one by the force of their adventurous genius, which has placed them above the laws of society." "You

Es gibt weder Glück noch Unglück auf dieser Welt, es gibt nur eine Vergleichung eines Zustandes mit einem anderen und mehr nicht.

There is neither happiness nor misfortune in this world, there is merely a comparison between one state and another, nothing more. Only someone who has suffered the deepest misfortune is capable of experiencing the heights of felicity.

And follow me wherever I go?'—'To the world's end.

A man was lying in the middle of the room, in a circle drawn on the ground with a piece of plaster from the wall, almost naked, his clothes having fallen into tatters. He was drawing very precise geometrical lines in the circle and appeared as absorbed in solving his problem as Archimedes when he was killed by one of Marcellus' soldiers.