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.
ALEXANDRE DUMASIn politics, my dear fellow, you know, as well as I do, there are no men, but ideas – no feelings, but interests; in politics we do not kill a man, we only remove an obstacle, that is all.
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In business, sir, one has no friends, only correspondents.
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We are never quits with those who oblige us,” was Dantes’ reply; “for when we do not owe them money, we owe them gratitude.
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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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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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So heavy is the chain of wedlock that it needs two to carry it, and sometimes three.
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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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How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure!
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All for one and one for all, united we stand divided we fall.
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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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Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, a mind not of the women but of the poet; she did not please, she intoxicated.
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Love is the most selfish of all the passions.
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The wretched and miserable should turn to their Saviour first, yet they do not hope in Him until all other hope is exhausted.
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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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Women are never so strong as after their defeat.
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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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