The Merit Of All Things Lies In

The Wretched And Miserable Should Turn To Their Saviour First, Yet They Do Not Hope In Him Until All Other Hope Is Exhausted.

Great Is Truth. Fire Cannot Burn It Nor Water Drown It.

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.

...joy Takes A Strange Effect At Times, It Seems To Oppress Us Almost The Same As Sorrow.

Here Is Your Final Lesson - Do Not Commit The Crime For Which You Now Serve The Sentence. God Said, "vengeance Is Mine." [...] He Believes In You.