You who weep for pleasures fled, While dragging on a life of care, All your woes will melt in air, If to god your tears are shed, You who Weap!
Alexandre DumasYet man will never be perfect until he learns to create and destroy; he does know how to destroy, and that is half the battle.
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 Dumas