What a fool I was, not to tear my heart out on the day when I resolved to revenge myself!
ALEXANDRE DUMASI prefer the wicked rather than the foolish. The wicked sometimes rest.
More Alexandre Dumas Quotes
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One’s work may be finished someday, but one’s education never.
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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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Now I’d like someone to tell me there is no drama in real life!
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Time, 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.
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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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I came to Paris with four écus in my pocket, and I’d have fought with anybody who told me I was in no condition to buy the Louvre.
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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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Besides we are men, and after all it is our business to risk our lives.
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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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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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Life is a storm. One minute you will bathe under the sun and the next you will be shattered upon the rocks. That’s when you shout, “Do your worst, for I will do mine!” and you will be remembered forever.
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Oh! The good times when we were so unhappy.
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It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.
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Often we pass beside happiness without seeing it, without looking at it, or even if we have seen and looked at it, without recognizing it.
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Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? – why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections – an idea which carries you back to other times, to other places – which, very likely, have no connection with the present time and place.
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