Happiness is like those palaces in fairytales whose gates are guarded by dragons: We must fight in order to conquer it.

Can we account for instinct?’ said Monte Cristo. ‘Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? — why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections — an idea which carries...

Be happy, noble heart, be blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt do hereafter, and let my gratitude remain in obscurity like your good deeds.

Melancholy in a capitalist, like the appearance of a comet, presages some misfortune to the world.

My dear fellow ” Said Albert, turning to Franz ” here is an admirable adventure; we will fill our carriage with pistols, blunderbusses, and double-barreled shotguns. Luigi Vampa comes to take us, and we take...

Luego, dirigiendo una postrer mirada sobre aquel apuesto joven, que tendría lo más veinticinco años y a quien dejaba anegado en su sangre, privado de sentido y quizá muerto, suspiró pensando en el extraño destino...

«Fernand! – gridò Montecristo, – dei miei cento nomi non avrei bisogno di dirtene che uno solo per fulminarti; ma questo nome tu lo indovini, non è vero? o piuttosto te lo ricordi? perché malgrado...

So, preferring death to capture, I accomplished the most astonishing deeds, and which, more then once, showed me that the too great care we take of our bodies is the only obstacle to the sucess...

We are entitled to violate history, provided that it results in handsome offspring.

To wait at Monte Cristo for the purpose of watching like a dragon over the almost incalculable richs that had thus fallen into his possession satisfied not the cravings of his heart, which yearned to...

She is not my mistress,’ replied the young sailor gravely, ‘she is my betrothed.’’Sometimes one and the same thing,’ said Morrel, with a smile.’Not with us, sir,’ replied Dantes.

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

In business, sir, one has no friends, only correspondents.

This sometimes happened: from time to time, Dantès, driven out of solitude into the world, felt an imperative need for solitude. And what solitude is more vast and more poetic than that of a ship...

If it is ones lot to be cast among fools, one must learn foolishness.-The Count of Monte Cristo

I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.

Nothing makes time pass or shortens the way like a thought that absorbs in itself all the faculties of the one who is thinking. External existence is then like a sleep of which this thought...

Mercedes vive, signore, e Mercedes ricorda, perché solo lei vi ha riconosciuto quando vi ha visto, e prima ancora di vedervi vi ha riconosciuto dalla voce, Edmond, dal semplice suono della vostra voce; e da...