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.
It is the way of weakened minds to see everything through a black cloud. The soul forms its own horizons; your soul is darkened, and consequently the sky of the future appears stormy and unpromising.
It is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!
Within six months, if I am not dead, I shall have seen you again, madam – even if I have to overturn the world.
You are very amiable, no doubt, but you would be charming if you would only depart.
Sometimes one has suffered enough to have the right to never say: I am too happy.
Happiness is egotistical.
God orders a man to do all he can to save his life.
Everyone knows that drunkards and lovers have a protecting diety.
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.
I am a Count, Not a Saint.
You who weep for pleasures fled, While dragging on a life of care, All your woes will melt in air, If to god your tears are shed, You who Weap!
It was like the eve of a battle; the hearts beat, the eyes laughed, and they felft that the life they were perhaps going to lose, was after all, a good thing.
One always hurries towards happiness, Monsieur Danglars, because when one has suffered much, one is at pains to believe in it.
Pain, thou art not an evil.
Besides we are men, and after all it is our business to risk our lives.
In all times, and all countries especially in those countries which are divided within by religious faith, there are always fanatics who will be well contented to be regarded as martyrs.
I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.
Every individual, from the highest to the lowest degree, has his place in the ladder of social life, and around him swirls a little world of interests, composed of stormy passions and conflicting atoms.
Abbe Faria: Here is your final lesson – do not commit the crime for which you now serve the sentence. God said, Vengeance is mine. Edmond Dantes: I don’t believe in God. Abbe Faria: It doesn’t matter. He believes in you.