Happiness is like those palaces in fairy tales whose gates are guarded by dragons: we must fight in order to conquer it.
ALEXANDRE DUMASWoman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy.
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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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All for one, one for all, that is our device.
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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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Yet man will never be perfect until he learns to create and destroy; he does know how to destroy, and that is half the battle.
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It was like the eve of a battle; the hearts beat, the eyes laughed, and they felft that the life they were perhaps going to lose, was after all, a good thing.
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God is always the last resource.
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Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.
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And now, farewell to kindness, humanity and gratitude… I have substituted myself for Providence in rewarding the good; may the God of vengeance now yield me His place to punish the wicked.
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Women are never so strong as after their defeat.
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Haste is a poor counselor.
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True, I have raped history, but it has produced some beautiful offspring.
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God is full of mercy for everyone, as He has been towards you. He is a father before He is a judge.
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It is the way of weakened minds to see everything through a black cloud. The soul forms its own horizons; your soul is darkened, and consequently the sky of the future appears stormy and unpromising.
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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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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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