...but My Friends Call Me Edmund Dantes.

It Is The Way Of Weakened Minds To See Everything Through A Black Cloud. The Soul Forms Its Own Horizons; Your Soul Is Darkened, And Consequently The Sky Of The Future Appears Stormy And Unpromising

Well, Father, In The Shipwreck Of Life, For Life Is An Eternal Shipwreck Of Our Hopes, I Cast Into The Sea My Useless Encumbrance, That Is All, And I Remain With My Own Will, Disposed To Live Perfectly Alone, And, Consequently, Perfectly Free. (eugenie To Her Father)

Ah," Said The Jailer, "do Not Always Brood Over What Is Impossible, Or You Will Be Mad In A Fortnight.

If It Is Ones Lot To Be Cast Among Fools, One Must Learn Foolishness.-the Count Of Monte Cristo

To Learn Is Not To Know; There Are The Learners And The Learned. Memory Makes The One, Philosophy The Others.