I have read in the Great Book many things too beautiful and too comprehensive to longer take any interest in the trifling phrases which these men whisper among themselves when they wish to deceive others.

In one word, I am weary of Paris wherever and whenever you are not with me; and as I cannot have you with me always, I wish to return to Blois." "How wrong you are, Athos; how you gainsay your origin and the destiny of your noble nature.

Men of your stamp are created to continue, to the very last moment, in full possession of their great faculties.

Look at my sword, a Spanish blade, the one I wore at La Rochelle; it served me for thirty years without fail; one day in the winter it fell upon the marble floor on the Louvre and was broken.

I had a hunting-knife made of it which will last a hundred years yet.