All For One, One For All, That

The Wretched And Miserable Should Turn To Their Saviour First, Yet They Do Not Hope In Him Until All Other Hope Is Exhausted.

You Scholars, You're In Communication With The Devil.

One Always Hurries Towards Happiness, Monsieur Danglars, Because When One Has Suffered Much, One Is At Pains To Believe In It.

...for, However All Other Feelings May Be Withered In A Woman's Nature, There Is Always One Bright Smiling Spot In The Maternal Breast, And That Is Where A Dearly-beloved Child Is Concerned.

Joy To Hearts Which Have Suffered Long Is Like The Dew On The Ground After A Long Drought; Both The Heart And The Ground Absorb That Beneficent Moisture Falling On Them, And Nothing Is Outwardly Apparant.