When a man resolves to avenge himself, he should first of all tear out the heart from his breast.
ALEXANDRE DUMASGod is always the last resource.
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If God were suddenly condemned to live the life which He has inflicted upon men, He would kill Himself.
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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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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.
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In every country where independence has taken the place of liberty, the first desire of a manly heart is to possess a weapon which at once renders him capable of defence or attack, and, by rendering its owner fearsome, makes him feared.
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Here is your final lesson – do not commit the crime for which you now serve the sentence. God said, “Vengeance is mine.” […] He believes in you.
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Joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.
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All for one and one for all, united we stand divided we fall.
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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.
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There are two ways of seeing: with the body and with the soul. The body’s sight can sometimes forget, but the soul remembers forever.
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If you wish to discover the guilty person, first find out to whom the crime might be useful.
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Order is the key to all problems.
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The merit of all things lies in their difficulty.
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How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure!
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Love is the most selfish of all the passions.
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Moral wounds have this peculiarity – they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.
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