I Am Hungry, Feed Me; I Am

Without Reflecting That This Is The Only Moment In Which You Can Study Character," Said The Count; "on The Steps Of The Scaffold Death Tears Off The Mask That Has Been Worn Through Life, And The Real Visage Is Disclosed.

Every Individual, From The Highest To The Lowest Degree, Has His Place In The Ladder Of Social Life, And Around Him Swirls A Little World Of Interests, Composed Of Stormy Passions And Conflicting Atoms

We’ll Go Where The Air Is Pure, Where All Sounds Are Soothing, Where, No Matter How Proud One May Be, One Feels Humble And Finds Oneself Small- In Short, We’ll Go To The Sea. I Love The Sea As One Loves A Mistress And I Long For Her When I Haven’t Seen Her For Some Time

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?

He Who Has Felt The Deepest Grief Is Best Able To Experience Supreme Happiness.