...know You Not That You Are My

The Air In Provence Is Impregnated With The Aroma Of Garlic, Which Makes It Very Healthful To Breathe.

Business? It's Quite Simple; It's Other People's Money.

Starvation!" Exclaimed The Abbe, Springing From His Seat. "why, The Vilest Animals Are Not Suffered To Die By Such A Death As That. The Very Dogs That Wander Houseless And Homeless In The Streets Find Some Pitying Hand To Cast Them A Mouthful Of Bread; And That A Man, A Christian, Should Be Allowed To Perish Of Hunger In The Midst Of Other Men Who Call Themselves Christians, Is Too Horrible For Belief. Oh, It Is Impossible - Utterly Impossible!

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

Only A Man Who Has Felt Ultimate Despair Is Capable Of Feeling Ultimate Bliss.