I Prefer The Wicked Rather Than The

Youth Is A Blossom Whose Fruit Is Love; Happy Is He Who Plucks It After Watching It Slowly Ripen.

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

Within Six Months, If I Am Not Dead, I Shall Have Seen You Again, Madam--even If I Have To Overturn The World.

Why Do You Mention My Father?' Screamed He; 'why Do You Mingle A Recollection Of Him With The Affairs Of Today?' Because I Am He Who Saved Your Father's Life When He Wished To Destroy Himself, As You Do Today-because I Am The Man Who Sent The Purse To Your Young Sister, And The Paraon To Old Morrel-because I Am The Edmond Dantes Who Nursed You, A Child, On My Knees.

Are There Not Some Places Where We Seem To Breathe Sadness? — Why, We Cannot Tell. It Is A Chain Of Recollections — An Idea Which Carries You Back To Other Times, To Other Places — Which, Very Likely, Have No Connection With The Present Time And Place.