How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure!
ALEXANDRE DUMASYou scholars, you’re in communication with the devil.
More Alexandre Dumas Quotes
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Oh! The good times when we were so unhappy.
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The tree forsakes not the flower: the flower falls from the tree.
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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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Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss.
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There are people who are willing to suffer and swallow their tears at leisure, and God will no doubt reward them in heaven for their resignation; but those who have the will to struggle strike back at fate in retaliation for the blows they receive.
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In love, writing is dangerous, not to mention pointless.
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So rapid is the flight of our dreams upon the wings of imagination.
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A person who doubts himself is like a man who would enlist in the ranks of his enemies and bear arms against himself.
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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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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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I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.
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All for one and one for all, united we stand divided we fall.
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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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On what slender threads do life and fortune hang.
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Your life story is a novel; and people, though they love novels wound between two yellow paper covers, are oddly suspicious of those which come to them in living vellum.
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