Book: The Count Of Monte Cristo

Man will achieve perfection only when he can, like a deity, create and destroy at will; he has already learned to destroy - that means that half the way has already been passed.

To learn is not to know; there are those who know and there are scientists, some are created by memory, others by philosophy.

Only misfortune reveals the secret riches of the human mind; in order for gunpowder to give an explosion, it must be compressed.

Fernand remained cold; he did not try to wipe away the tears that ran down Mercedes' cheeks, and yet for each of her tears he would give a glass of his own blood. But those tears were shed for someone else!

I ask you without threats, Monsieur Fernand de Mondego Vicomte de Morcert, I do not tolerate them either from enemies, much less from friends.

At the word "I demand," Beauchamp raised his eyes to Albert and, immediately lowering them, thought for a minute.

I am your friend, Morcer. But I can forget about it if you keep talking like that...

It takes time to eyes, blurred with tears, were again sighted.

When you go forward, the past, like the landscape, disappears.

Friends we have lost, are buried not in earth but in our hearts.

Money comfort many troubles.

There are people for whom work is the cure for all evils.

When I work, I work day and night, there are moments that I don't remember anything, and when I don't remember anything, I'm happy.

I now call it misfortune only that irreparable.