Now I'd Like Someone To Tell Me

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

One Always Hurries Towards Happiness, Monsieur Danglars, Because When One Has Suffered Much, One Is At Pains To Believe In It.

I'm Sure You're Very Nice, But You'd Be Even Nicer If You Went Away.

In Prosperity Prayers Seem But A Mere Medley Of Words, Until Misfortune Comes And The Unhappy Sufferer First Understands The Meaning Of The Sublime Language In Which He Invokes The Pity Of Heaven!

If You Wish To Discover The Guilty Person, First Find Out To Whom The Crime Might Be Useful.