Alexandre Dumas |
The friends that we have lost do not repose in the bosom of the earth, but are buried deep in our hearts.
Moral wounds have this peculiarity, - they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.
Men who are truly generous are always ready to compassionate when the misfortune of their enemy surpasses the limits of their hatred.
Man does not appear to me to be intended to enjoy felicity so unmixed; happiness is like the enchanted palaces we read of in our childhood, where fierce, fiery dragons defend the entrance and approach; and monsters of all shapes and kinds, requiring to be overcome ere victory is ours.
There is nothing more galling to angry people than the coolness of those on whom they wish to vent their spleen.
It is often woman who inspires us with the great things that she prevents us from accomplishing.