Pain, Thou Art Not An

Every Individual, From The Highest To The Lowest Degree, Has His Place In The Ladder Of Social Life, And Around Him Swirls A Little World Of Interests, Composed Of Stormy Passions And Conflicting Atoms

Only A Man Who Has Felt Ultimate Despair Is Capable Of Feeling Ultimate Bliss.

All For One And One For All, United We Stand Divided We Fall.

Porthos: He Thinks He Can Challenge The Mighty Porthos With A Sword... D'artagnan: The Mighty Who? Porthos: Don't Tell Me You've Never Heard Of Me. D'artagnan: The World's Biggest Windbag? Porthos: Little Pimple... Meet Me Behind The Luxembourg At 1 O'clock And Bring A Long Wooden Box. D'artagnan: Bring Your Own... Porthos: [laughs]

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!