Alexandre Dumas
Alexandre Dumas
Alexandre Dumas, also known as Alexandre Dumas, père, was a French writer. His works have been translated into nearly 100 languages, and he is one of the most widely read French authors. Many of his historical novels of high adventure were originally published as serials, including The Count of Monte Cristo, The Three Musketeers, Twenty Years After, and The Vicomte de Bragelonne: Ten Years Later. His novels have been adapted since the early twentieth century for nearly 200 films. Dumas'...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 July 1802
CityVillers-Cotterets, France
The difference between treason and patriotism is only a matter of dates.
Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes.
Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.
Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss.
We are always in a hurry to be happy...; for when we have suffered a long time, we have great difficulty in believing in good fortune.
Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another,
Learning does not make one learned: there are those who have knowledge and those who have understanding. The first requires memory and the second philosophy
Often we pass beside happiness without seeing it, without looking at it, or even if we have seen and looked at it, without recognizing it.
One's work may be finished someday, but one's education never.
Time, dear friend, time brings round opportunity; opportunity is the martingale of man. The more we have ventured the more we gain, when we know how to wait.
Moral wounds have this peculiarity - they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.
I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.
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!
It was like the eve of a battle; the hearts beat, the eyes laughed, and they felft that the life they were perhaps going to lose, was after all, a good thing.