Now I'd Like Someone To Tell Me

The Hungry Men Were Seen, Followed By Their Valets, Roaming The Quais And Guards' Quarters; Gleaning From Their Outside Friends All The Dinners They Could Find; For, According To Aramis, In Prosperity One Should Sow Meals Right And Left, In Order To Harvest Some In Adversity.

That Is A Dream Also; Only He Has Remained Asleep, While You Have Awakened; And Who Knows Which Of You Is The Most Fortunate?

I Do Not Often Laugh, Sir, As You May Perceive By The Air Of My Countenance; But Nevertheless, I Retain The Privilege Of Laughing When I Please.

Does The Open Wound In Another's Breast Soften The Pain Of The Gaping Wound In Our Own? Or Does The Blood Which Is Welling From Another Man's Side Staunch That Which Is Pouring From Our Own? Does The General Anguish Of Our Fellow Creatures Lessen Our Own Private And Particular Anguish? No, No, Each Suffers On His Own Account, Each Struggles With His Own Grief, Each Sheds His Own Tears.

Happiness Is Egotistical.