...but My Friends Call Me Edmund Dantes.

Tell The Angel Who Will Watch Over Your Life To Pray Now And Then For A Man Who, Like Satan, Believed Himself For An Instant To Be Equal To God, But Who Realized In All Humility That Supreme Power And Wisdom Are In The Hands Of God Alone.

Life Is A Storm, My Young Friend. You Will Bask In The Sunlight One Moment, Be Shattered On The Rocks The Next. What Makes You A Man Is What You Do When That Storm Comes.

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.

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

Ah," Said The Jailer, "do Not Always Brood Over What Is Impossible, Or You Will Be Mad In A Fortnight.