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.
ALEXANDRE DUMASTo learn is not to know; there are the learners and the learned. Memory makes the one, philosophy the others.
More Alexandre Dumas Quotes
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I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.
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There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.
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I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me.
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It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.
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When a man resolves to avenge himself, he should first of all tear out the heart from his breast.
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All for one and one for all, united we stand divided we fall.
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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.
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It is almost as difficult to keep a first class person in a fourth class job, as it is to keep a fourth class person in a first class job.
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Order is the key to all problems.
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If it is ones lot to be cast among fools, one must learn foolishness.
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It is only the dead who do not return.
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Edmond Dantes: I don’t believe in God. Abbe Faria: That doesn’t matter, He believes in you.
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I am not proud, but I am happy; and happiness blinds, I think, more than pride.
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For there are two distinct sorts of ideas: Those that proceed from the head and those that emanate from the heart.
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Your 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.
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