Nothing makes time pass or shortens the way like a thought that absorbs in itself all the faculties of the one who is thinking. External existence is then like a sleep of which this thought is the dream. Under its influence, time has no more measure, space has no more distance.

I prefer the wicked rather than the foolish. The wicked sometimes rest.

Upon my word," said Dantes, "you make me shudder. Is the world filled with tigers and crocodiles?" "Yes; and remember that two legged tigers and crocodiles are more dangerous than the others.

Oh! The good times when we were so unhappy.

I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.

God is always the last resource.

Hatred is blind; rage carries you away; and he who pours out vengeance runs the risk of tasting a bitter draught.