I Am A Count, Not A Saint.

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

On What Slender Threads Do Life And Fortune Hang.

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?

Be Kind. Aim For My Heart.

In All Times, And All Countries Especially In Those Countries Which Are Divided Within By Religious Faith, There Are Always Fanatics Who Will Be Well Contented To Be Regarded As Martyrs.