It is only the dead who do not return.

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.

The hungry men were seen, followed by their valets, roaming the quais and guards' quarters; gleaning from their outside friends all the dinners they could find; for, according to Aramis, in prosperity one should sow meals right and left, in order to harvest some in adversity.

It is rare that one can see in a little boy the promise of a man, but one can almost always see in a little girl the threat of a woman.

Now I'd like someone to tell me there is no drama in real life!

...joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.

For all evils there are two remedies - time and silence.