I Came To Paris With Four écus

There Are Some Situations Which Men Understand By Instinct, By Which Reason Is Powerless To Explain; In Such Cases The Greatest Poet Is He Who Gives Utterance To The Most Natural And Vehement Outburst Of Sorrow. Those Who Hear The Bitter Cry Are As Much Impressed As If They Listened To An Entire Poem, And When Th Sufferer Is Sincere They Are Right In Regarding His Outburst As Sublime.

Order Is The Key To All Problems.

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

I Do Not Cling To Life Sufficiently To Fear Death.

Porthos: He Thinks He Can Challenge The Mighty Porthos With A Sword... D'artagnan: The Mighty Who? Porthos: Don't Tell Me You've Never Heard Of Me. D'artagnan: The World's Biggest Windbag? Porthos: Little Pimple... Meet Me Behind The Luxembourg At 1 O'clock And Bring A Long Wooden Box. D'artagnan: Bring Your Own... Porthos: [laughs]