I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.

Hatred is blind; rage carries you away; and he who pours out vengeance runs the risk of tasting a bitter draught.

The air in Provence is impregnated with the aroma of garlic, which makes it very healthful to breathe.

Edmond Dantes: I don't believe in God. Abbe Faria: That doesn't matter, He believes in you.

that Englishman who came to challenge me three or four months ago, and whom I killed to stop him bothering me

We’ll go where the air is pure, where all sounds are soothing, where, no matter how proud one may be, one feels humble and finds oneself small- in short, we’ll go to the sea. I love the sea as one loves a mistress and I long for her when I haven’t seen her for some time

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.