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.
ALEXANDRE DUMASIt is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.
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So rapid is the flight of our dreams upon the wings of imagination.
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Never fear quarrels, but seek hazardous adventures.
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There are misfortunes in life that no one will accept; people would rather believe in the supernatural and the impossible.
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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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Without reflecting that this is the only moment in which you can study character,” said the count; “on the steps of the scaffold death tears off the mask that has been worn through life, and the real visage is disclosed.
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God is always the last resource.
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Pain, thou art not an evil.
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What a fool I was, not to tear my heart out on the day when I resolved to revenge myself!
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Capricious and unfaithful, the king wished to be called Louis the Just and Louis the Chaste. Posterity will find a difficulty in understanding this character, which history explains only by facts and never by reason.
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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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It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.
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Business? It’s quite simple; it’s other people’s money.
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You are very amiable, no doubt, but you would be charming if you would only depart.
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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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Joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.
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