that Englishman who came to challenge me three or four months ago, and whom I killed to stop him bothering me

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.

In this world, all--men, women, and kings--must live for the present. We can only live for the future for God

...joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.

There is no friendship that cares about an overheard secret.

I know what happiness and what despair are, and I never make a jest of such feelings. Take it, then, but in exchange —