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.

I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.

I'm sure you're very nice, but you'd be even nicer if you went away.

Pain, thou art not an evil

Misfortune does not help us to believe.

I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me.

Darling, replied Valentine, has not the count just told us that all human wisdom was contained in these two words,- "Wait and hope"?