It was like the eve of a battle; the hearts beat, the eyes laughed, and they felft that the life they were perhaps going to lose, was after all, a good thing.
Alexandre DumasHatred is blind; rage carries you away; and he who pours out vengeance runs the risk of tasting a bitter draught.
Alexandre DumasAre there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? โ why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections โ an idea which carries you back to other times, to other places โ which, very likely, have no connection with the present time and place.
Alexandre Dumas