Quotes from Alexandre Dumas

The sum of all human wisdom will be contained in these two words: Wait and hope. ~Edmond Dantes

paleness is always looked upon as a strong proof of aristocratic descent and distinguished breeding.

Youth is a flower of which love is the fruit; happy is he who, after facing watched its silent growth, is permitted to gather and call it his own

The voice of human nature is nothing but one prolonged cry.

Besides, the storm which rages in her breast was increasing in its violence, and she would have burst her prison walls if her body could have enjoyed, for a single instant, the same proportions as her soul.

il n'y a ni bonheur ne malheur en ce monde, il y a la comparaison d'un etat a un autre, voila tout.

The same thing is happening to me as happens to people in dreams when they see and feel a wound but can't remember having received it.

Is the world filled with tigers and crocodiles?" "Yes; and remember that two-legged tigers and crocodiles are more dangerous than the others." "Never

There are men who have suffered and who have not only gone on living, but even built a new fortune on the ruins of their former happiness. From the depths into which their enemies have plunged them, they have risen again with such vigor and glory that they have dominated their former conquerors and cast them down in their turn.

So like Athos. thought Aramis; That which is actually good never alters.

The most curious spectacle in life is that of death.

She is not my mistress,' replied the young sailor gravely, 'she is my betrothed.' 'Sometimes one and the same thing,' said Morrel, with a smile. 'Not with us, sir,' replied Dantes.

Great people only thank you for doing the impossible; what's possible, they say they can effect themselves.

I wish to be Providence myself, for I feel that the most beautiful, noblest, most sublime thing in the world, is to recompense and punish.

Follow me. He who lives will see. - D'Artagnan

Ah, what he is; that is quite another thing. I have seen so many remarkable things in him, that if you would have me really say what I think, 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.

It was a strange thing: one never appeared to take a step forward int he heart or mind of this man. Those who wished, so to speak, to force their way into intimacy with him found the path blocked.

I began a poem in lines of one syllable. It's rather difficult, but the merit of all things lies in their difficulty. The subject matter is gallant. I'll read you the first canto; it's four hundred verses long and takes one minute.

Joyful friends, mostly loyal, they hadn't abandoned their protector before the gathering storm; and despite the threatening sky, despite the shuddering earth, they remained, smiling, considerate, and as devoted to misfortune as they had been to prosperity.

I never swear, Monseigneur. I say Yes or No, and as I am a gentleman, I keep my word.

Man upon this earth must expect everything, and ought to face everything.

that lovely brow, around which stars of diamonds formed a tremulous circlet...

Shall we make a positive appointment for a particular day and hour? inquired the count; only let me warn you that I am proverbial for my punctilious exactitude in keeping my engagements.

In which it is proved that, notwithstanding their names' ending in OS and IS, the heroes of the story which we are about to have the honor to relate to our readers have nothing mythological about them.