I, who have also been betrayed, assassinated and cast into a tomb, I have emerged from that tomb by the grace of God and I owe it to God to take my revenge. He has sent me for that purpose. Here I am.
My son, philosophy as I understand it, is reducible to no rules by which it can be learned; it is the amalgamation of all the sciences, the golden cloud which bears the soul to heaven.
The King! I thought him enough of a philosopher to realize that there is no such thing as murder in politics. You know as well as I do, my dear boy, that in politics there are no people, only ideas; no feelings, only interests. In politics, you don’t kill a man, you remove an obstacle, that’s all.
This will do,” said he, “and from this letter, which might have ruined me, I will make my fortune. Now to the work I have in hand.” And after having assured himself that the prisoner was gone, the deputy procureur hastened to the house of his betrothed.
God may sometimes appear to forget, when his justice is resting; but the time always comes when he remembers...
Celui-la seul qui a eprouve l’extreme infortune est apte a ressentir l’extreme felicite. Il faut avoir voulu mourir pour savoir combien el est bon de vivre.
Melancholy in a capitalist, like the appearance of a comet, presages some misfortune to the world.
What tender threads do life and death hang.
Oh Heaven! You sometimes bear with such injustice on earth, that I understand why there are wretches who doubt in your existence.
Forward! Still forward!” said he. “When it shall be time, God will tell me, as he has told the others.
D’Artagnan ran home immediately, and although it was three o’clock in the morning and he had some of the worst quarters of Paris to traverse, he met with no misadventure. Everyone knows that drunkards and lovers have a protecting deity.
When one lives among madmen, one should train as a maniac.
O grande ville! c’ est dans ton sein palpitant que j’ai trouve ce que je cherchais; mineur patient, j’ai remue tes entrailles pour en faire sortir le mal; maintenant, mon oeuvre est accomplie, ma mission est terminee; maintenant tu ne peux plus m’ofrir ni joies ni douleurs. Adieu, Paris,! adieu!
Before one is afraid, one sees clearly; while one is afraid, one sees double; and after being afraid, one sees dimly.
Ei kukaan ole niin ahne vapaapaikoille kuin miljoonien omistajat.
I have looked at it with all possible attention,” said Dantes, “and I only see a half-burnt paper, on which are traces of Gothic characters inscribed with a peculiar kind of ink.
He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must of felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.
C’est que l’on a souvent pour ennemis des gens qu’on voudrait avoir pour amis.
It is feared that it may be the smallpox, sir,” replied Porthos... “and what is serious is that it will certainly spoil his face.
We had forgotten to say that Jacopo was a Corsican.