Quotes from Alexandre Dumas

Friendship throws out deep roots in honest hearts, D'Artagnan. Believe me, it is only the evil-minded who deny friendship; they cannot understand it.

the tree forsakes not the flower: the flower falls from the tree.

One always hurries towards happiness, Monsieur Danglars, because when one has suffered much, one is at pains to believe in it.

Every individual, from the highest to the lowest degree, has his place in the ladder of social life, and around him swirls a little world of interests, composed of stormy passions and conflicting atoms

joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.

Truly generous men are always ready to become sympathetic when their enemy's misfortune surpasses the limits of their hatred.

I maintain my pride in the face of men, but I abandon it before God, who drew me out of nothingness to make me what I am.

For all evils there are two remedies—time and silence.

Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.

Unfortunates, who ought to begin with God, do not have any hope in him till they have exhausted all other means of deliverance.

Oh, mankind, race of crocodiles! How well I recognize you down there, and how worthy you are of yourselves!

Why do you mention my father?' screamed he; 'Why do you mingle a recollection of him with the affairs of today?' Because I am he who saved your father's life when he wished to destroy himself, as you do today-because I am the man who sent the purse to your young sister, and the Paraon to Old Morrel-because I am the Edmond Dantes who nursed you, a child, on my knees.

It's easy to be friends with when shares the same opinions.

Punctuality is the politness of kings p.154

It is quite rare for God to provide a great man at the necessary moment to carry out some great deep, which is why when this unusual combination of circumstance does occur, history at once records the name of the chosen one and recommends him to the admiration of posterity.

That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?

So he went down, smiling sceptically and mutter the final word in human wisdom: 'Perhaps!

It was like the eve of a battle; the hearts beat, the eyes laughed, and they felft that the life they were perhaps going to lose, was after all, a good thing.

He pointed out to him the bearings of the coast, explained to him the variations of the compass, and taught him to read in that vast book opened over our heads which they call heaven, and where God writes in azure with letters of diamonds.

God will give me justice

Pain, anguish and suffering in human life are always in proportion to the strength with which a man is endowed.

Why, in truth, sir, was Monte Cristo's reply, man is but an ugly caterpillar for him who studies him through a solar microscope; but you said, I think, that I had nothing else to do. Now, really, let me ask, sir, have you? — do you believe you have anything to do? or to speak in plain terms, do you really think that what you do deserves being called anything?

Misfortune does not help us to believe.

My son, philosophy as I understand it, is reducible to no rules by which it can be learned; it is the amalgamation of all the sciences, the golden cloud which bears the soul to heaven.