“When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.”

Now I’d like someone to tell me there is no drama in real life!

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

God is merciful to all, as he has been to you; he is first a father, then a judge.

So rapid is the flight of our dreams upon the wings of imagination.

Without reflecting that this is the only moment in which you can study character,” said the count; “on the steps of the scaffold death tears off the mask that has been worn through life, and the real visage is disclosed.

We are never quits with those who oblige us,” was Dantes’ reply; “for when we do not owe them money, we owe them gratitude.

I am a count, not a saint.

Know you not that you are my sun by day, and my star by night? By my faith! I was in deepest darkness till you appeared and illuminated all.

We are always in a hurry to be happy; for when we have suffered a long time, we have great difficulty in believing in good fortune.

On what slender threads do life and fortune hang.

I am strong against everything, except against the death of those I love. He who dies gains; he who sees others die loses.

Joy to hearts which have suffered long is like the dew on the ground after a long drought; both the heart and the ground absorb that beneficent moisture falling on them, and nothing is outwardly apparant.

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

There is no friendship that cares about an overheard secret.

As a general rule…people ask for advice only in order not to follow it; or if they do follow it, in order to have someone to blame for giving it.

A weakened mind always sees everything through a black veil. The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is dark, which is why you see such a cloudy sky.

One must not mistake majority for truth.

All roads are long which lead to one’s heart’s desire.

I know you’re shining down on me from Heaven, like so many friends we’ve lost along the way. And I know eventually we’ll be together, one sweet day.

Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away.

We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.

Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.

Poets are like proverbs: you can always find one to contradict another.

We have enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.