...but My Friends Call Me Edmund Dantes.

Wait And Hope!

You Who Weep For Pleasures Fled, While Dragging On A Life Of Care, All Your Woes Will Melt In Air, If To God Your Tears Are Shed, You Who Weap!

I Do Not Cling To Life Sufficiently To Fear Death.

If God Were Suddenly Condemned To Live The Life Which He Has Inflicted Upon Men, He Would Kill Himself.

Are There Not Some Places Where We Seem To Breathe Sadness? — Why, We Cannot Tell. It Is A Chain Of Recollections — An Idea Which Carries You Back To Other Times, To Other Places — Which, Very Likely, Have No Connection With The Present Time And Place.