One always hurries towards happiness, Monsieur Danglars, because when one has suffered much, one is at pains to believe in it.

What a fool I was, not to tear my heart out on the day when I resolved to revenge myself!

All for one, one for all, that is our device.

Joy to hearts which have suffered long is like the dew on the ground after a long drought; both the heart and the ground absorb that beneficent moisture falling on them, and nothing is outwardly apparant.

If you wish to discover the guilty person, first find out to whom the crime might be useful.

So much the worse for those who fear wine, for it is because they have some bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from their hearts.

We must never expect discretion in first love: it is accompanied by such excessive joy that unless the joy is allowed to overflow, it will choke you.