Everyone Knows That Drunkards And Lovers Have

I'm Sure You're Very Nice, But You'd Be Even Nicer If You Went Away.

But That's Not The Name Of A Man, It's The Name Of A Mountain! (...) "it Is My Name," Athos Said Calmly. "but You Said Your Name Was D'artagnan." "i?" "yes, You." "that Is To Say, Someone Said To Me: 'you Are M. D'artagnan?' I Replied: 'you Think So?' My Guards Shouted That They Were Sure Of It. I Did Not Want To Vex Them. Besides, I Might Have Been Mistaken.

In Prosperity Prayers Seem But A Mere Medley Of Words, Until Misfortune Comes And The Unhappy Sufferer First Understands The Meaning Of The Sublime Language In Which He Invokes The Pity Of Heaven!

Unfortunates, Who Ought To Begin With God, Do Not Have Any Hope In Him Till They Have Exhausted All Other Means Of Deliverance.

Why, In Truth, Sir," Was Monte Cristo's Reply, "man Is But An Ugly Caterpillar For Him Who Studies Him Through A Solar Microscope; But You Said, I Think, That I Had Nothing Else To Do. Now, Really, Let Me Ask, Sir, Have You? — Do You Believe You Have Anything To Do? Or To Speak In Plain Terms, Do You Really Think That What You Do Deserves Being Called Anything?