Adieu; I go far from men who thus so bitterly injure each other.
In the Rue de Seine he encountered Planchet, standing outside a bakery ecstatically worshipping a supremely appetizing brioche.
Planchet, two hours before, had asked his master for some dinner, and he had answered him with the proverb, “He who sleeps, dines.” And Planchet dined by sleeping.
He told himself that it was the hatred of men, not the vengeance of God, which had plunged him into the abyss where he now found himself.
The feet of Raoul were over the edge of the cliff, bathed in that void which is peopled by vertigo, and provokes to self-annihilation.
Toewijding. Een mooi woord voor streven dat op hoop is gebaseerd.
There is only one serious matter to be considered in life, and that is death.
Every day he spoke of the immensity of the treasure, explaining to Dantes all the good a man could do for his friends in our modern times with such a fortune. At those moments Dantes’ face would darken, for he thought of how much harm a man could do to his enemies in our modern times with such a fortune.
In politics, you know, as well as I do, there are no men, but ideas – no feelings, but interests.
Speak on, madame, speak on, Queen,” said Buckingham; “the sweetness of your voice covers the harshness of your words.
One easily believes what one desires.
A crestfallen capitalist is like a comet: he always warns of some great misfortune to come.
God won’t give the devil the pleasure of receiving a priest.
And now,” said the unknown, “farewell kindness, humanity, and gratitude! Farewell to all the feelings that expand the heart! I have been heaven’s substitute to recompense the good – now the god of vengeance yields to me his power to punish the wicked!” At these words he gave a signal, and, as if only awaiting this signal, the yacht instantly put out to sea.
Leren is nog geen weten. Er zijn weters en er zijn geleerden. Het geheugen maakt de eerste soort, de wijsheid de tweede.
All human wisdom is summed up in these two words, – “Wait and hope”.
Hush, La Carconte. It is God’s pleasure that things should be so.
Je vous souhaite une vie assez calme, assez heureuse, et assez remplie pour qu’il n’y ait place pour mon souvenir.
Moral wounds have the peculiarity that they are invisible, but do not close: always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain tender and open in the heart. When.
After which, satisfied with the way he had conducted himself at Meung, free of remorse for the past, confident in the present, and full of hope for the future, he went to bed and slept the sleep of the just.