Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.

Sometimes one has suffered enough to have the right to never say: I am too happy.

God is full of mercy for everyone, as He has been towards you. He is a father before He is a judge.

But that's not the name of a man, it's the name of a mountain! (...) "It is my name," Athos said calmly. "But you said your name was d'Artagnan." "I?" "Yes, you." "That is to say, someone said to me: 'You are M. d'Artagnan?' I replied: 'You think so?' My guards shouted that they were sure of it. I did not want to vex them. Besides, I might have been mistaken.

The friends we have lost do not repose under the ground...they are buried deep in our hearts. It has been thus ordained that they may always accompany us.

Without reflecting that this is the only moment in which you can study character," said the count; "on the steps of the scaffold death tears off the mask that has been worn through life, and the real visage is disclosed.

...joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.