Ah, Lips That Say One Thing, While

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

A Rogue Does Not Laugh In The Same Way That An Honest Man Does; A Hypocrite Does Not Shed The Tears Of A Man Of Good Faith. All Falsehood Is A Mask; And However Well Made The Mask May Be, With A Little Attention We May Always Succeed In Distinguishing It From The True Face.

Ah, Lips That Say One Thing, While The Heart Thinks Another.

It Is Quite Rare For God To Provide A Great Man At The Necessary Moment To Carry Out Some Great Deep, Which Is Why When This Unusual Combination Of Circumstance Does Occur, History At Once Records The Name Of The Chosen One And Recommends Him To The Admiration Of Posterity.

The Merit Of All Things Lies In Their Difficulty.