I Am Hungry, Feed Me;

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

Youth Is A Blossom Whose Fruit Is Love; Happy Is He Who Plucks It After Watching It Slowly Ripen.

How Did I Escape? With Difficulty. How Did I Plan This Moment? With Pleasure!

Tell The Angel Who Will Watch Over Your Life To Pray Now And Then For A Man Who, Like Satan, Believed Himself For An Instant To Be Equal To God, But Who Realized In All Humility That Supreme Power And Wisdom Are In The Hands Of God Alone.

Edmond Dantes: I Don't Believe In God. Abbe Faria: That Doesn't Matter, He Believes In You.