I Prefer The Wicked Rather Than The

That Englishman Who Came To Challenge Me Three Or Four Months Ago, And Whom I Killed To Stop Him Bothering Me

Edmond Dantes: I Don't Believe In God. Abbe Faria: That Doesn't Matter, He Believes In You.

Misfortune Does Not Help Us To Believe.

The Merit Of All Things Lies In Their Difficulty.

Are There Not Some Places Where We Seem To Breathe Sadness? — Why, We Cannot Tell. It Is A Chain Of Recollections — An Idea Which Carries You Back To Other Times, To Other Places — Which, Very Likely, Have No Connection With The Present Time And Place.