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.
Happiness is like those palaces in fairytales whose gates are
guarded by dragons: We must fight in order to conquer it.
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.
For the happy man prayer is only a jumble of words, until the day
when sorrow comes to explain to him the sublime language by means
of which he speaks to God.
Alexandre Dumas,The Count of Monte Cristo
Alexandre Dumas
Alexandre Dumas
Alexandre Dumas
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