Weโll 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 DumasSo he went down, smiling sceptically and mutter the final word in human wisdom: 'Perhaps!
Alexandre Dumas