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But That's Not The Name Of A Man, It's The Name Of A Mountain! (...) "it Is My Name," Athos Said Calmly. "but You Said Your Name Was D'artagnan." "i?" "yes, You." "that Is To Say, Someone Said To Me: 'you Are M. D'artagnan?' I Replied: 'you Think So?' My Guards Shouted That They Were Sure Of It. I Did Not Want To Vex Them. Besides, I Might Have Been Mistaken.

In Prosperity Prayers Seem But A Mere Medley Of Words, Until Misfortune Comes And The Unhappy Sufferer First Understands The Meaning Of The Sublime Language In Which He Invokes The Pity Of Heaven!

Well, Father, In The Shipwreck Of Life, For Life Is An Eternal Shipwreck Of Our Hopes, I Cast Into The Sea My Useless Encumbrance, That Is All, And I Remain With My Own Will, Disposed To Live Perfectly Alone, And, Consequently, Perfectly Free. (eugenie To Her Father)

In All Times, And All Countries Especially In Those Countries Which Are Divided Within By Religious Faith, There Are Always Fanatics Who Will Be Well Contented To Be Regarded As Martyrs.

To Be A Woman Condemned To A Wretched And Disgraceful Punishment Is No Impediment To Beauty, But It Is An Insurmountable Obstacle To Power. Like All Persons Of Real Genius, Her Ladyship Well Knew What Accorded With Her Nature And Her Means. Poverty Disgusted Her -subjection Deprived Her Of Two-thirds Of Her Greatness. Her Ladyship Was Only A Queen Amongst Queens: The Enjoyment Of Satisfied Pride Was Essential To Her Sway. To Command Beings Of An Inferior Nature, Was, To Her, Rather A Humiliation Than A Pleasure.