I came to Paris with four écus in my pocket, and I’d have fought with anybody who told me I was in no condition to buy the Louvre.

The wretched and miserable should turn to their Saviour first, yet they do not hope in Him until all other hope is exhausted.

I am a count, not a saint.

How is it that little children are so intelligent and men so stupid? It must be education that does it.

If it is ones lot to be cast among fools, one must learn foolishness.-The Count of Monte Cristo

The air in Provence is impregnated with the aroma of garlic, which makes it very healthful to breathe.

in prosperity prayers seem but a mere medley of words, until misfortune comes and the unhappy sufferer first understands the meaning of the sublime language in which he invokes the pity of heaven!