All For One, One For All, That

Hatred Is Blind; Rage Carries You Away; And He Who Pours Out Vengeance Runs The Risk Of Tasting A Bitter Draught.

I Am A Count, Not A Saint.

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.

All For One, One For All, That Is Our Device.

There Is Neither Happiness Nor Misery In The World; There Is Only The Comparison Of One State With Another, Nothing More. He Who Has Felt The Deepest Grief Is Best Able To Experience Supreme Happiness. We Must Of Felt What It Is To Die, Morrel, That We May Appreciate The Enjoyments Of Life. " Live, Then, And Be Happy, Beloved Children Of My Heart, And Never Forget, That Until The Day God Will Deign To Reveal The Future To Man, All Human Wisdom Is Contained In These Two Words, 'wait And Hope.