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marta_mendonca 's review for:
The Three Musketeers
by Alexandre Dumas
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It is by his courage alone, that a gentleman makes his way nowadays.
(...)with that sort of half smile of provincial embarrassment which wishes to create a good impression.
Love is the most selfish of all our passions.
Proverb: "lose at play, and win at love"
You must conceal carefully whatever wounds you have. Silence is the last enjoyment of the unfortunate; let none know your grief; the curious would call up your tears, as insects suck the life-blood of a wounded deer.
The noble and distinguished air (...) flashes of dignity (...) the cloud in which he had voluntarily enveloped himself (...) that unalterable equanimity of temper, which made him the best companion in the world (...)
In general, people only ask for advice, that they may not follow it; or, if they should follow it, that they may have somebody to blame for having given it.
The heart of the kindest woman is pitiless towards a rival's pains.
(...) here the walls are like leaves of paper.
(...) like a bat between the rats and the birds.
Violence is a proof of weakness. (...) My strength is in my weakness.
It is by his courage alone, that a gentleman makes his way nowadays.
(...)with that sort of half smile of provincial embarrassment which wishes to create a good impression.
Love is the most selfish of all our passions.
Proverb: "lose at play, and win at love"
You must conceal carefully whatever wounds you have. Silence is the last enjoyment of the unfortunate; let none know your grief; the curious would call up your tears, as insects suck the life-blood of a wounded deer.
The noble and distinguished air (...) flashes of dignity (...) the cloud in which he had voluntarily enveloped himself (...) that unalterable equanimity of temper, which made him the best companion in the world (...)
In general, people only ask for advice, that they may not follow it; or, if they should follow it, that they may have somebody to blame for having given it.
The heart of the kindest woman is pitiless towards a rival's pains.
(...) here the walls are like leaves of paper.
(...) like a bat between the rats and the birds.
Violence is a proof of weakness. (...) My strength is in my weakness.