I Am Hungry, Feed Me; I Am

For There Are Two Distinct Sorts Of Ideas: Those That Proceed From The Head And Those That Emanate From The Heart.

A Weakened Mind Always Sees Everything Through A Black Veil. The Soul Makes Its Own Horizons; Your Soul Is Dark, Which Is Why You See Such A Cloudy Sky.

And Now, Farewell To Kindness, Humanity And Gratitude... I Have Substituted Myself For Providence In Rewarding The Good; May The God Of Vengeance Now Yield Me His Place To Punish The Wicked.

It Is The Infirmity Of Our Nature Always To Believe Ourselves Much More Unhappy Than Those Who Groan By Our Sides!

Edmond Dantes: I Don't Believe In God. Abbe Faria: That Doesn't Matter, He Believes In You.