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!

Alexandre Dumas Sr.

Alexandre Dumas Sr.

Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: French

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A young man—we can sketch his portrait at a dash. Imagine to yourself a Don Quixote of eighteen; a Don Quixote without his corselet, without his coat of mail, without his cuisses; a Don Quixote clothed in a woolen doublet, the blue color of which had faded into a nameless shade between lees of wine and a heavenly azure; face long and brown;

Oh, mankind, race of crocodiles! How well I recognize you down there, and how worthy you are of yourselves!

In all well-organised brains, the predominating idea—and there always is one—is sure to be the last thought before sleeping, and the first upon waking in the morning. Andrea had scarcely opened his eyes when his predominating idea presented itself, and whispered in his ear that he had slept too long.

He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.

Do not let us despise the woman who is neither mother, sister, maid, nor wife.

I am not proud, but I am happy; and happiness blinds, I think, more than pride.

Unfortunately in this world of ours, each person views things through a certain medium, which prevents his seeing them in the same light as others...

Follow me, then, said the abbe, as he re-entered the subterranean passage, in which he soon disappeared, followed by Dantes.

God is always the last resource. Unfortunates, who ought to begin with God, do not have any hope in him till they have exhausted all other means of deliverance.

It is a cruel thing to be forced to say, but, already used to misfortune, I must habituate myself to shame.

Well, we're all mortal...and the old must make way for the young, otherwise there would be no promotion.

Life is very tenacious in these lawyers.

Man does not steal, he conquers.

It is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides! What.