In love, writing is dangerous, not to mention pointless.
ALEXANDRE DUMASYouth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.
More Alexandre Dumas Quotes
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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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All for one, one for all, that is our device.
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Life 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.
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It is rare that one can see in a little boy the promise of a man, but one can almost always see in a little girl the threat of a woman.
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Tell the angel who will watch over your life to pray now and then for a man who, like Satan, believed himself for an instant to be equal to God, but who realized in all humility that supreme power and wisdom are in the hands of God alone.
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No, I slept as I always do when I am bored and have not the courage to amuse myself, or when I am hungry and have not the desire to eat.
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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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True love always makes a man better, no matter who the woman is that inspires it.
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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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God orders a man to do all he can to save his life.
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Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.
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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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I am a count, not a saint.
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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.
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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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