Evil never cut his cruelty some slack, while imbecile never stops.
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The best quotes by Alexandre Dumas
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"Is there a man in the world who, being able to ask, doesn't do so?"
"There is Count De La Fère, madam; Count De La Fère is not a man"
"And what is he?"
"Count De La Fère is a demigod."
from the book "" by Alexandre Dumas
Posted by: Edmond Dantès
A gentleman that makes himself way with courage, only with his courage. He who trembles for a minute, lets pass, maybe for ever, the bait that at that precise moment fortune was showing him.
from the book "" by Alexandre Dumas
Posted by: Edmond Dantès
Athos was of the opinion that everyone should've had their free choice. He never gave advice without being asked again and one had to also ask him twice. Generally - he said- advice is only asked to not be followed, or, if it has been followed to have someone to reproach for having given bad advice.
from the book "" by Alexandre Dumas
Posted by: Edmond Dantès
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Love)
For true love nothing is impossible.
from the book "" by Alexandre Dumas
Posted by: Edmond Dantès
Until the day when God shall deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is summed up in these two words, "Wait and hope".
from the book "" by Alexandre Dumas
Posted by: Elisabetta
Business, that's easily defined; it's other people's money.
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in Quotes & Aphorisms (Life)
The whole is in the small things: the child is small but contains the man, the mind is restricted and it creates thought, the eye is but a dot but it embraces spaces.
from the book "" by Alexandre Dumas
Posted by: Mattia
Dear girl, don't feel badly of what I am about to tell you; only think that certain times life has cruel needs and one must submit oneself.
from the book "" by Alexandre Dumas
Posted by: Marianna Mansueto
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Books)
"Do you remember your father, Haidee?" The young Greek smiled. "He is here, and here," said she, touching
her eyes and her heart. "And where am I?" inquired Monte Cristo laughingly. "You?" cried she, with tones of thrilling tenderness, "you are everywhere!"
from the book "" by Alexandre Dumas