For the happy man prayer is only a jumble of words, until the day when sorrow comes to explain to him the sublime language by means of which he speaks to God.
ALEXANDRE DUMASTime, dear friend, time brings round opportunity; opportunity is the martingale of man. The more we have ventured the more we gain, when we know how to wait.
More Alexandre Dumas Quotes
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I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me.
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That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?
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Now I’d like someone to tell me there is no drama in real life!
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God is merciful to all, as he has been to you; he is first a father, then a judge.
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In business, sir, one has no friends, only correspondents.
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I prefer the wicked rather than the foolish. The wicked sometimes rest.
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We’ll go where the air is pure, where all sounds are soothing, where, no matter how proud one may be, one feels humble and finds oneself small- in short, we’ll go to the sea. I love the sea as one loves a mistress and I long for her when I haven’t seen her for some time
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One’s work may be finished someday, but one’s education never.
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To save a man and thereby to spare a father’s agony and a mother’s feelings is not to do a noble deed, it is but an act of humanity.
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Happiness is egotistical.
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Pain, thou art not an evil.
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I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.
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What a fool I was, not to tear my heart out on the day when I resolved to revenge myself!
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You who are in power have only the means that money produces – we who are in expectation, have those which devotion prompts.
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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.
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