Ah, Lips That Say One Thing, While

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.

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

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.

That Englishman Who Came To Challenge Me Three Or Four Months Ago, And Whom I Killed To Stop Him Bothering Me

The Hungry Men Were Seen, Followed By Their Valets, Roaming The Quais And Guards' Quarters; Gleaning From Their Outside Friends All The Dinners They Could Find; For, According To Aramis, In Prosperity One Should Sow Meals Right And Left, In Order To Harvest Some In Adversity.