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.
Women of a certain grade are like prosperous grisettes in one respect, they seldom return home after twelve o’clock.
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.
She crammed so much knowledge into her head to alleviate the weight in her heart.
And now commenced the work of devastation upon the many good things with which the table was loaded.
She then had one of those sudden inspirations which only people of genius receive in great crises, in supreme moments which are to decide their fortunes or their lives.
And now, madame, try to make your peace with God, for you are judged by men!
Contempt for flowers is an offence against God. The lovelier the flower, the greater the offence in despising it. The tulip is the loveliest of all flowers. So whoever despised the tulip offends God immeasurably.
Possibly nothing at all; the overflow of my brain would probably, in a state of freedom, have evaporated in a thousand follies; misfortune is needed to bring to light the treasures of the human intellect. Compression is needed to explode gunpowder.
Delay only increases the sorrow of parting.
Excitement, like enthusiasm, sometimes renders us unconscious to the things of earth.
Tienen algunas cosas tal aire de imposibles, que no se nos ocurre la idea de intentarlas, y hasta las evitamos instintivamente.
Yes; but one gets out of prison,” said Caderousse, who, with what sense was left him, listened eagerly to the conversation, “and when one gets out and one’s name is Edmond Dantes, one seeks revenge.
You are right; you know men better than I do, and what you say may possibly be the case, I confess; but if such persons are among my acquaintances I prefer not to know it, because then I should be forced to hate them.