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

So, Preferring Death To Capture, I Accomplished The Most Astonishing Deeds, And Which, More Then Once, Showed Me That The Too Great Care We Take Of Our Bodies Is The Only Obstacle To The Sucess Of Those Projects Which Require Rapid Decision, And Vigorous And Determined Execution. In Reality, When You Have Once Devoted Your Life To Your Enterprises, You Are No Longer The Equal Of Other Men, Or, Rather, Other Men Are No Longer Your Equals, And Whosoever Has Taken This Resolution, Feels His Strength And Resources Doubled.

I Came To Paris With Four écus In My Pocket, And I’d Have Fought With Anybody Who Told Me I Was In No Condition To Buy The Louvre.

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.

Dantes Passed Through All The Stages Of Torture Natural To Prisoners In Suspense. He Was Sustained At First By That Pride Of Conscious Innocence Which Is The Sequence To Hope; Then He Began To Doubt His Own Innocence, Which Justified In Some Measure The Governor's Belief In His Mental Alienation; And Then, Relaxing His Sentiment Of Pride, He Addressed His Supplications, Not To God, But To Man. God Is Always The Last Resource. Unfortunates, Who Ought To Begin With God, Do Not Have Any Hope In Him Till They Have Exhausted All Other Means Of Deliverance.

Life Is A Storm, My Young Friend. You Will Bask In The Sunlight One Moment, Be Shattered On The Rocks The Next. What Makes You A Man Is What You Do When That Storm Comes.