If It Is Ones Lot To Be

Why Do You Mention My Father?' Screamed He; 'why Do You Mingle A Recollection Of Him With The Affairs Of Today?' Because I Am He Who Saved Your Father's Life When He Wished To Destroy Himself, As You Do Today-because I Am The Man Who Sent The Purse To Your Young Sister, And The Paraon To Old Morrel-because I Am The Edmond Dantes Who Nursed You, A Child, On My Knees.

Woman Is Sacred; The Woman One Loves Is Holy.

It Is Quite Rare For God To Provide A Great Man At The Necessary Moment To Carry Out Some Great Deep, Which Is Why When This Unusual Combination Of Circumstance Does Occur, History At Once Records The Name Of The Chosen One And Recommends Him To The Admiration Of Posterity.

Well, Father, In The Shipwreck Of Life, For Life Is An Eternal Shipwreck Of Our Hopes, I Cast Into The Sea My Useless Encumbrance, That Is All, And I Remain With My Own Will, Disposed To Live Perfectly Alone, And, Consequently, Perfectly Free. (eugenie To Her Father)

Your Life Story Is A Novel; And People, Though They Love Novels Wound Between Two Yellow Paper Covers, Are Oddly Suspicious Of Those Which Come To Them In Living Vellum.