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
Besides we are men, and after all it is our business to risk our lives.
I have been taken by Satan into the highest mountain in the earth, and when there he said he to me, ‘Child of earth, what wouldst thou have to make thee adore me?’ I replied, ‘Listen, I wish to be Providence myself, for I feel that the most beautiful, noblest, most sublime thing in the world, is to recompense and punish.
We are never quits with those who oblige us," was Dantes' reply; "for when we do not owe them money, we owe them gratitude.
I know what happiness and what despair are, and I never make a jest of such feelings. Take it, then, but in exchange —
(...) the tree forsakes not the flower: the flower falls from the tree.
The hungry men were seen, followed by their valets, roaming the quais and guards' quarters; gleaning from their outside friends all the dinners they could find; for, according to Aramis, in prosperity one should sow meals right and left, in order to harvest some in adversity.
I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me.
You who are in power have only the means that money produces — we who are in expectation, have those which devotion prompts.
Every individual, from the highest to the lowest degree, has his place in the ladder of social life, and around him swirls a little world of interests, composed of stormy passions and conflicting atoms
The air in Provence is impregnated with the aroma of garlic, which makes it very healthful to breathe.
Oh! The good times when we were so unhappy.
That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?
Your life story is a novel; and people, though they love novels wound between two yellow paper covers, are oddly suspicious of those which come to them in living vellum.
To save a man and thereby to spare a father's agony and a mother's feelings is not to do a noble deed, it is but an act of humanity.