Hi ha paraules que tanquen una conversa com una porta de ferro.
The pretty landlady was desolate. She would have taken D’Artagnan not only as her husband, but as her God, he was so handsome and had so fierce a mustache. Then.
D’Artagnan was amazed to note by what fragile and unknown threads the destinies of nations and the lives of men are suspended. He.
The terrible office he had held for twenty-five years had placed him far outside the range of any human feelings.
I have only two adversaries – I will not say two conquerors, for with perseverance I subdue even them, – they are time and distance. There is a third, and the most terrible – that is my condition as a mortal being.
No violence; violence is the proof of weakness.
Delays only double grief when one has to part...
He felt he had passed beyond the bounds of vengeance, and that he could no longer say, “God is for and with me.
God speaks to your heart and your heart speaks to you. Tell me what it says.
Madame,” said the doctor, “they are not your enemies, but you are the enemy of the human race: nobody can think without, horror of your crimes.
El orgullo de quienes no pueden edificar es destruir.
Not their application, certainly, but their principles you may; to learn is not to know; there are the learners and the learned. Memory makes the one, philosophy the other.
I shall reply that I really do look upon him as one of Byron’s heroes, whom misery has marked with a fatal brand; some Manfred, some Lara, some Werner, one of those wrecks, as it were, of some ancient family, who, disinherited of their patrimony, have achieved one by the force of their adventurous genius, which has placed them above the laws of society.” “You.
Sir, you are punctual, and I cannot complain that you have broken your promise; but oh, how the time has dragged, and how long it has seemed before the clock struck six!
There is neither happiness nor misfortune in this world, there is merely a comparison between one state and another, nothing more. Only someone who has suffered the deepest misfortune is capable of experiencing the heights of felicity.
A man was lying in the middle of the room, in a circle drawn on the ground with a piece of plaster from the wall, almost naked, his clothes having fallen into tatters. He was drawing very precise geometrical lines in the circle and appeared as absorbed in solving his problem as Archimedes when he was killed by one of Marcellus’ soldiers.
It is with valets as with wives, they must be placed at once upon the footing in which you wish them to remain. Reflect upon it.
For some constitutions work is the cure for all ills.
But I lay aside that pride before God, who has taken me from nothing to make me what I am.
I have my pride for men – serpents always ready to threaten every one who would pass without crushing them under foot. But I lay aside that pride before God, who has taken me from nothing to make me what I am.