In general, people only ask for advice that they may not follow it; or, if they should follow it, that they may have somebody to blame for having given it.
I am selfish — you have already said so— and as a selfish man I think not of what others would do in my situation, but of what I intend doing myself.Alexandre Dumas. The Count of Monte Cristo (Kindle...
His fair landlady was in despair. She would most willingly have made M. d'Artagnan her husband--such a handsome man, and such a fierce mustache!
He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.
Haste is a poor counselor
God is always the last resource.
Does the open wound in another's breast soften the pain of the gaping wound in our own? Or does the blood which is welling from another man's side staunch that which is pouring from our own? Does the...
Do you think that, if I did, I would lead you to the answer inch by inch, like a dramatist or a novelist?
Dacă e vorba de spectacol, îmi place mai mult să privesc această îngrămădire de copaci negri, printre care scânteie ici-colo câte-o luminiță care trece ca un ochi înroșit, când deschis, când închis.
Athos liked every one to exercise his own free-will. He never gave his advice before it was demanded and even then it must be demanded twice. In general, people only ask for advice, he said that they...
As for herself, she returned to her seat with a smile of savage scorn upon her lips, and she blasphemously repeated the fearful name of that God by whom she had just sworn, without ever having learned...
Armed to the teeth? He had not even a knitting-needle.
And now gentlemen, all for one, one for all - that is our motto, is it not?
Does that not tell you that grief is like life and that there is always somethings unknown beyond it?
На този свят няма нито щастие, нито нещастие, има само сравняване между едно състояние и друго. Нищо повече. Само който е изпитал безгранична злочестина, може да изпита безгранично щастие. Човек трябв...
In prosperity prayers seem but a mere medley of words, until misfortune comes and the unhappy sufferer first understands the meaning of the sublime language in which he invokes the pity of heaven!
Your life story is a novel; and people, though they love novels wound between two yellow paper covers, are oddly suspicious of those which come to them in living vellum.
You who weep for pleasures fled, While dragging on a life of care, All your woes will melt in air, If to god your tears are shed, You who Weap!
You are very amiable, no doubt, but you would be charming if you would only depart.
Why do you mention my father?' screamed he; 'Why do you mingle a recollection of him with the affairs of today?'Because I am he who saved your father's life when he wished to destroy himself, as you d...