When A Man Resolves To Avenge Himself,

I Know What Happiness And What Despair Are, And I Never Make A Jest Of Such Feelings. Take It, Then, But In Exchange —

The Friends We Have Lost Do Not Repose Under The Ground...they Are Buried Deep In Our Hearts. It Has Been Thus Ordained That They May Always Accompany Us.

Upon My Word," Said Dantes, "you Make Me Shudder. Is The World Filled With Tigers And Crocodiles?" "yes; And Remember That Two Legged Tigers And Crocodiles Are More Dangerous Than The Others.

...but My Friends Call Me Edmund Dantes.

Does The Open Wound In Another's Breast Soften The Pain Of The Gaping Wound In Our Own? Or Does The Blood Which Is Welling From Another Man's Side Staunch That Which Is Pouring From Our Own? Does The General Anguish Of Our Fellow Creatures Lessen Our Own Private And Particular Anguish? No, No, Each Suffers On His Own Account, Each Struggles With His Own Grief, Each Sheds His Own Tears.