You cannot reproach me with the slightest coquetry. I have always said to you, 'I love you as a brother; but do not ask from me more than sisterly affection, for my heart is another's.' Is not this true, Fernand?

Alexandre Dumas Sr.

Alexandre Dumas Sr.

Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: French

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You know as well as I do, my dear boy, that in politics there are no people, only ideas; no feelings, only interests. In politics, you don't kill a man, you remove an obstacle, that's all.

Being able to conceal from himself the ridiculous appearance that such a steed gave him, good horseman as he was. He had sighed deeply, therefore, when accepting.

Passion can blind even those who are ordinarily the most clear-headed.

Misfortune is needed to bring to light the treasures of the human intellect.

If God were suddenly condemned to live the life which He has inflicted upon men, He would kill Himself.

If I am happy in an error, do not have the cruelty to lift me from it.

After which, satisfied with the way he had conducted himself at Meung, free of remorse for the past, confident in the present, and full of hope for the future, he went to bed and slept the sleep of the just.

In excessive griefs, as in great tempests, the abyss is found between the tops of the loftiest waves.

One! said the count mysteriously, his eyes fixed on the corpse, disfigured by so awful a death.

Who can say whether we shall ever see them again?' said Morriel with tearful eyes. 'Darling' replied Valentine, 'has not the count just told us that all human wisdom is summed up in two words? - Wait and hope (Fac et spera)

Often we pass beside happiness without seeing it, without looking at it, or even if we have seen and looked at it, without recognizing it.

Excitement, like enthusiasm, sometimes renders us unconscious to the things of earth.

What fragile and unknown threads the destinies of nations and the lives of men are suspended.

Without reflecting that this is the only moment in which you can study character," said the count; "on the steps of the scaffold death tears off the mask that has been worn through life, and the real visage is disclosed.