Good fortune is like the palaces of the enchanted isles, the gates of which were guarded by dragons.
Oh lavoro, lavoro! La mia passione, la mia gioia, la mia furia, a te spetta sfinire tutti i miei patimenti!
It was a stormy and dark night;.
Con voi, mio caro conte, non si vive, si sogna.
Oh, believe me, that when three great passions, such as sorrow, love, and gratitude fill the heart, ennui can find no place.” “You.
I should be much displeased at this, not because of any loss that it might occasion, but because I should no longer have the assurance that, whenever I wish, I can separate myself from the rest of the world.
Athos, at the twenty-seventh the name of Porthos, and at the thirty-first the name of Aramis.
I found that with one hundred and fifty well- chosen books, a man possesses a complete summary of all human knowledge, or at least all that a man need really know.
I have been told you have extreme political views,” said Villefort, who had never been told anything of the kind but was not sorry to put forward the statement in the form of an accusation.
Athos, according to his system, neither encouraged nor dissuaded him.
But mankind, on the contrary, is repelled by blood. It is not the laws of society that condemn murder, but the laws of nature.
Happiness is like one of those palaces on an enchanted island, its gates guarded by dragons. One must fight to gain in” -Edmond Dantes, Chapter 5.
What commands the Count of Monte Cristo,’ the strange man interrupted, ’is the Count of Monte Cristo. So, not a word of all this, I beg you. I do what I wish, Monsieur Beauchamp, and believe me, it is always very well done.
23. La isla de Montecristo.
But if you have never loved, what right have you to boast that you’ve suffered?
Then Dantes rose more agile and light than the kid among the myrtles and shrubs of these wild rocks, took his gun in one hand, his pickaxe in the other, and hastened towards the rock on which the marks he had noted terminated. “And now,” he exclaimed, remembering the tale of the Arabian fisherman, which Faria had related to him, “now, open sesame!
And that you alone, among the men whom you do not recognize as your brothers- for you have said so,” observed Villefort, in a tone that faltered somewhat- “you alone are perfect.
Sainte-Croix, a strange mixture of qualities good and evil, had reached the supreme crisis of his life, when the powers of darkness or of light were to prevail. Maybe, if he had met some angelic soul at this point, he would have been led to God; he encountered a demon, who conducted him to Satan.
Then why not indulge yourself at once? Sleep, by all means, if such be your means of procuring the concord of celestial sounds. Pray do not hesitate; you will find every incentive to slumber, and for what else but to send people asleep was the opera invented?
Definitivamente el vino es un traidor, que hace ver visiones.