It is only the dead who do not return.

So he went down, smiling sceptically and mutter the final word in human wisdom: 'Perhaps!

Fool that I am," said he,"that I did not tear out my heart the day I resolved to revenge myself".

He's right: They have to put madmen with madmen.

Every individual, from the highest to the lowest degree, has his place in the ladder of social life, and around him swirls a little world of interests, composed of stormy passions and conflicting atoms

To learn is not to know; there are the learners and the learned. Memory makes the one, philosophy the others.

Why, in truth, sir," was Monte Cristo's reply, "man is but an ugly caterpillar for him who studies him through a solar microscope; but you said, I think, that I had nothing else to do. Now, really, let me ask, sir, have you? — do you believe you have anything to do? or to speak in plain terms, do you really think that what you do deserves being called anything?