We Are Always In A Hurry To

I Prefer The Wicked Rather Than The Foolish. The Wicked Sometimes Rest.

I Love The Life You've Always Made So Sweet For Me And I'd Regret It If I Had To Die.' 'do You Mean To Say That If I Left You---' 'i'd Die, Yes.' 'then You Love Me?

One Always Hurries Towards Happiness, Monsieur Danglars, Because When One Has Suffered Much, One Is At Pains To Believe In It.

Be Happy, Noble Heart, Be Blessed For All The Good Thou Hast Done And Wilt Do Hereafter, And Let My Gratitude Remain In Obscurity Like Your Good Deeds.

Moral Wounds Have This Peculiarity - They May Be Hidden, But They Never Close; Always Painful, Always Ready To Bleed When Touched, They Remain Fresh And Open In The Heart.