You Are Very Amiable, No Doubt, But

What Would You Not Have Accomplished If You Had Been Free?" "possibly Nothing At All; The Overflow Of My Brain Would Probably, In A State Of Freedom, Have Evaporated In A Thousand Follies; Misfortune Is Needed To Bring To Light The Treasures Of The Human Intellect. Compression Is Needed To Explode Gunpowder. Captivity Has Brought My Mental Faculties To A Focus; And You Are Well Aware That From The Collision Of Clouds Electricity Is Produced — From Electricity, Lightning, From Lightning, Illumination.

Moral Wounds Have This Peculiarity - They May Be Hidden, But They Never Close; Always Painful, Always Ready To Bleed When Touched, They Remain Fresh And Open In The Heart.

Woman Is Sacred; The Woman One Loves Is Holy.

Starvation!" Exclaimed The Abbe, Springing From His Seat. "why, The Vilest Animals Are Not Suffered To Die By Such A Death As That. The Very Dogs That Wander Houseless And Homeless In The Streets Find Some Pitying Hand To Cast Them A Mouthful Of Bread; And That A Man, A Christian, Should Be Allowed To Perish Of Hunger In The Midst Of Other Men Who Call Themselves Christians, Is Too Horrible For Belief. Oh, It Is Impossible - Utterly Impossible!

...but My Friends Call Me Edmund Dantes.