In Love, Writing Is Dangerous, Not To

You Are Very Amiable, No Doubt, But You Would Be Charming If You Would Only Depart.

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.

So Rapid Is The Flight Of Our Dreams Upon The Wings Of Imagination.

We’ll Go Where The Air Is Pure, Where All Sounds Are Soothing, Where, No Matter How Proud One May Be, One Feels Humble And Finds Oneself Small- In Short, We’ll Go To The Sea. I Love The Sea As One Loves A Mistress And I Long For Her When I Haven’t Seen Her For Some Time

One Always Hurries Towards Happiness, Monsieur Danglars, Because When One Has Suffered Much, One Is At Pains To Believe In It.