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(...) The Tree Forsakes Not The Flower: The Flower Falls From The Tree.

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

No, I Slept As I Always Do When I Am Bored And Have Not The Courage To Amuse Myself, Or When I Am Hungry And Have Not The Desire To Eat.--the Count Of Monte Cristo

There Are Some Situations Which Men Understand By Instinct, By Which Reason Is Powerless To Explain; In Such Cases The Greatest Poet Is He Who Gives Utterance To The Most Natural And Vehement Outburst Of Sorrow. Those Who Hear The Bitter Cry Are As Much Impressed As If They Listened To An Entire Poem, And When Th Sufferer Is Sincere They Are Right In Regarding His Outburst As Sublime.

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