Quotes from Alexandre Dumas

and understood that he had been awaited with impatience, to be greeted with enthusiasm.

Her sobs and tears were so vehement that her brothers' grief seemed cold beside hers. Nobody suspected a crime, so no autopsy was held; the tomb was closed, and not the slightest suspicion had approached her.

the friends that we have lost do not repose in the bosom of the earth, but are buried deep in our hearts, and it has been thus ordained that we may always be accompanied by them.

Death to the traitors! To the gallows with Cornelius de Witt! Death! death!

Ah,' said I, after four hours' work, 'since we are sinking, let us sink; we can die but once.

S? înveÅ£i nu înseamn? s? ÅŸtii. Exist? oameni care ÅŸtiu ÅŸi oameni care cunosc. Unii sunt ajutaÅ£i de memorie, ceilalÅ£i de filosofie. - Dar filosofia nu se poate înv??a? -Filosofia nu se înva??. Filosofia e suma tuturor ÅŸtiinÅ£elor pe care un geniu le pune in aplicare.

By degrees the sun disappeared behind the western horizon; but as though to prove the truth of the fanciful ideas in heathen mythology, its indiscreet rays reappeared on the summit of every wave, as if the god of fire had just sunk upon the bosom of Amphitrite, who in vain endeavored to hide her lover beneath her azure mantle.

There are some situations which men understand by instinct, but which reason is powerless to explain.

The young man with his hat slouched over his eyes, still leaning on the arm of the officer, and still wiping from time to time his brow with his handkerchief, was watching in a corner of the Buytenhof, in the shade of the overhanging weather-board of a closed shop, the doings of the infuriated mob, a spectacle which seemed to draw near its catastrophe.

vous autres, qui tenez le pouvoir, vous n'avez que les moyens que donne l'argent ; nous autres, qui l'attendons, nous avons ceux que donne le dévouement.

man whom God made in His image, man to whom God gave this first, this sole, this supreme law, that he should love his neighbour, man to whom God gave a voice to express his thoughts – what is man's first cry when he learns that his neighbour is saved? A curse. All honour to man, the masterpiece of nature, the lord of creation!

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

we are all mortal, and the old must make way for the young.

There is neither happiness nor misery in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.

The Count of Morcerf was no favorite with his colleagues. Like all upstarts, he had had recourse to a great deal of haughtiness to maintain his position.

He then closed his eyes as children do in order that they may see in the resplendent night of their own imagination more stars than are visible in the firmament;

he had so long ceased to have any intercourse with the world, that he looked upon himself as dead. The

I do believe, Albert, that you are quite set this morning on feeding me with illusions. 'Ah, you must admit that's the diet that best satisfies the stomach.

Everyone knows that drunkards and lovers have a protecting deity.

This sometimes happened: from time to time, Dantès, driven out of solitude into the world, felt an imperative need for solitude. And what solitude is more vast and more poetic than that of a ship sailing alone on the sea, in the darkness of night and the silence of infinity, under the eye of the Lord? This time his solitude was peopled with thoughts, the night illuminated by his dreams and the silence riven with his promises.

men who are truly generous are always ready to compassionate when the misfortune of their enemy surpasses the limits of their hatred.

young man had a steed which was the observed of all observers. It was a Bearn pony, from twelve to fourteen years old, yellow in his hide, without a hair

No violence; violence is the proof of weakness.