Your Bitter Memories Still Have Time To

Porthos: He Thinks He Can Challenge The Mighty Porthos With A Sword... D'artagnan: The Mighty Who? Porthos: Don't Tell Me You've Never Heard Of Me. D'artagnan: The World's Biggest Windbag? Porthos: Little Pimple... Meet Me Behind The Luxembourg At 1 O'clock And Bring A Long Wooden Box. D'artagnan: Bring Your Own... Porthos: [laughs]

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

D'artagnan, My Friend, Thou Art Brave, Thou Art Prudent, Thou Hast Excellent Qualities, But- Women Will Destroy Thee!" -d'artagnan

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.

Nothing Makes Time Pass Or Shortens The Way Like A Thought That Absorbs In Itself All The Faculties Of The One Who Is Thinking. External Existence Is Then Like A Sleep Of Which This Thought Is The Dream. Under Its Influence, Time Has No More Measure, Space Has No More Distance.