For the happy man prayer is only a jumble of words, until the day when sorrow comes to explain to him the sublime language by means of which he speaks to God.
Alexandre DumasWeโll 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, weโll go to the sea. I love the sea as one loves a mistress and I long for her when I havenโt seen her for some time
Alexandre DumasHere is your final lesson - do not commit the crime for which you now serve the sentence. God said, "Vengeance is mine." [...] He believes in you.
Alexandre Dumas