It Is The Way Of Weakened Minds

I Am Strong Against Everything, Except Against The Death Of Those I Love. He Who Dies Gains; He Who Sees Others Die Loses.

In Business, Sir, One Has No Friends, Only Correspondents.

I Know What Happiness And What Despair Are, And I Never Make A Jest Of Such Feelings. Take It, Then, But In Exchange —

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.

Now I'd Like Someone To Tell Me There Is No Drama In Real Life!