The custom and fashion of today will be the awkwardness and outrage of tomorrow – so arbitrary are these transient laws.
ALEXANDRE DUMASThe custom and fashion of today will be the awkwardness and outrage of tomorrow – so arbitrary are these transient laws.
ALEXANDRE DUMASYour bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.
ALEXANDRE DUMASIn love, writing is dangerous, not to mention pointless.
ALEXANDRE DUMASGreat is truth. Fire cannot burn it nor water drown it.
ALEXANDRE DUMASGod is full of mercy for everyone, as He has been towards you. He is a father before He is a judge.
ALEXANDRE DUMASI’m sure you’re very nice, but you’d be even nicer if you went away.
ALEXANDRE DUMASSo he went down, smiling sceptically and mutter the final word in human wisdom: ‘Perhaps!
ALEXANDRE DUMASLife is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes.
ALEXANDRE DUMASIn business, sir, one has no friends, only correspondents.
ALEXANDRE DUMASCapricious and unfaithful, the king wished to be called Louis the Just and Louis the Chaste. Posterity will find a difficulty in understanding this character, which history explains only by facts and never by reason.
ALEXANDRE DUMASIt 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.
ALEXANDRE DUMASIf God were suddenly condemned to live the life which He has inflicted upon men, He would kill Himself.
ALEXANDRE DUMASBe kind. Aim for my heart.
ALEXANDRE DUMASBe happy, noble heart, be blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt do hereafter, and let my gratitude remain in obscurity like your good deeds.
ALEXANDRE DUMASWe must never expect discretion in first love: it is accompanied by such excessive joy that unless the joy is allowed to overflow, it will choke you.
ALEXANDRE DUMASYour life story is a novel; and people, though they love novels wound between two yellow paper covers, are oddly suspicious of those which come to them in living vellum.
ALEXANDRE DUMAS