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

God Is Always The Last Resource.

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.

There Are Two Ways Of Seeing: With The Body And With The Soul. The Body's Sight Can Sometimes Forget, But The Soul Remembers Forever.

In This World, All--men, Women, And Kings--must Live For The Present. We Can Only Live For The Future For God

So Much The Worse For Those Who Fear Wine, For It Is Because They Have Some Bad Thoughts Which They Are Afraid The Liquor Will Extract From Their Hearts.