My friend, the pleasures to which we are not accustomed oppress us more than the griefs with which we are familiar.


Le Vicomte de Bragelonne ou Dix ans plus (The Vicomte de Bragelonne) (1847)


My friend, the pleasures to which we are not accustomed oppress us more than the griefs with which we are familiar.

My friend, the pleasures to which we are not accustomed oppress us more than the griefs with which we are familiar.

My friend, the pleasures to which we are not accustomed oppress us more than the griefs with which we are familiar.

My friend, the pleasures to which we are not accustomed oppress us more than the griefs with which we are familiar.