All For One, One For

But Valentine, Why Despair, Why Always Paint The Future In Such Sombre Hues?" Maximilien Asked. "because, My Friend, I Judge It By The Past.

Sometimes One Has Suffered Enough To Have The Right To Never Say: I Am Too Happy.

So Rapid Is The Flight Of Our Dreams Upon The Wings Of Imagination.

Love Is The Most Selfish Of All The Passions.

When A Man Resolves To Avenge Himself, He Should First Of All Tear Out The Heart From His Breast.