(...) The Tree Forsakes Not The Flower:

But That's Not The Name Of A Man, It's The Name Of A Mountain! (...) "it Is My Name," Athos Said Calmly. "but You Said Your Name Was D'artagnan." "i?" "yes, You." "that Is To Say, Someone Said To Me: 'you Are M. D'artagnan?' I Replied: 'you Think So?' My Guards Shouted That They Were Sure Of It. I Did Not Want To Vex Them. Besides, I Might Have Been Mistaken.

Perhaps What I Am About To Say Will Appear Strange To You Gentlemen, Socialists, Progressives, Humanitarians As You Are, But I Never Worry About My Neighbor, I Never Try To Protect Society Which Does Not Protect Me -- Indeed, I Might Add, Which Generally Takes No Heed Of Me Except To Do Me Harm -- And, Since I Hold Them Low In My Esteem And Remain Neutral Towards Them, I Believe That Society And My Neighbor Are In My Debt.

Yet Man Will Never Be Perfect Until He Learns To Create And Destroy; He Does Know How To Destroy, And That Is Half The Battle.

True, I Have Raped History, But It Has Produced Some Beautiful Offspring.

His Fair Landlady Was In Despair. She Would Most Willingly Have Made M. D'artagnan Her Husband--such A Handsome Man, And Such A Fierce Mustache!