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Time, dear friend, time brings round opportunity; opportunity is the martingale of man. The more we have ventured the more we gain, when we know how to wait.
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To learn is not to know; there are the learners and the learned. Memory makes the one, philosophy the others.
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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.
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That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?
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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 you back to other times, to other places — which, very likely, have no connection with the present time and place.
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The merit of all things lies in their difficulty.
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Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.
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We are always in a hurry to be happy...; for when we have suffered a long time, we have great difficulty in believing in good fortune.
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Fool that I am," said he,"that I did not tear out my heart the day I resolved to revenge myself".
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Haste is a poor counselor.
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What a fool I was, not to tear my heart out on the day when I resolved to revenge myself!
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As a general rule...people ask for advice only in order not to follow it; or if they do follow it, in order to have someone to blame for giving it.
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He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.
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How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure!
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I'm sure you're very nice, but you'd be even nicer if you went away.
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...remember that what has once been done may be done again.
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Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.
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That Englishman who came to challenge me three or four months ago, and whom I killed to stop him bothering me.
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...joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.
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What I’ve loved most after you, is myself: that is, my dignity and that strength which made me superior to other men. That Strength was my life. You’ve broken it with a word, so I must die.
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It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.
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Perhaps what I am about to say will appear strange to you gentlemen, socialists, progressives, humanitarians as you are, but I never worry about my neighbor, I never try to protect society which does not protect me -- indeed, I might add, which generally takes no heed of me except to do me harm -- and, since I hold them low in my esteem and remain neutral towards them, I believe that society and my neighbor are in my debt.
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...but my friends call me Edmund Dantes.
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I know what happiness and what despair are, and I never make a jest of such feelings. Take it, then, but in exchange...