Edmond Dantes: I don't believe in God. Abbe Faria: That doesn't matter, He believes in you.

Order is the key to all problems.

Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.

For in those tacit understandings which maintain the bond of family union, the mother is really the mistress of her daughter only upon the condition of continually presenting herself to her as a model of wisdom and type of perfection.

You who weep for pleasures fled, While dragging on a life of care, All your woes will melt in air, If to god your tears are shed, You who Weap!

I am not proud, but I am happy; and happiness blinds, I think, more than pride.

To learn is not to know; there are the learners and the learned. Memory makes the one, philosophy the others.