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.
In this world, all – men, women, and kings – must live for the present. We can only live for the future for God.
There are misfortunes in life that no one will accept; people would rather believe in the supernatural and the impossible.
Philosophy cannot be taught; it is the application of the sciences to truth.
Business? It’s quite simple; it’s other people’s money.
Life is very tenacious in these lawyers.
D’Artagnan: Why is Athos sitting by himself? Aramis: He takes his drinking very seriously. Not to worry, he’ll be his usual charming self by morning.
What I’ve loved most after you, is myself: that is, my dignity and that strength which made me superior to other men. That Strength was my life. You’ve broken it with a word, so I must die.
For there are two distinct sorts of ideas: Those that proceed from the head and those that emanate from the heart.
In business, sir, one has no friends, only correspondents.
Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, a mind not of the women but of the poet; she did not please, she intoxicated.
Now I’d like someone to tell me there is no drama in real life!
Misfortune does not help us to believe.