No, I Slept As I Always Do

One Always Hurries Towards Happiness, Monsieur Danglars, Because When One Has Suffered Much, One Is At Pains To Believe In It.

Starvation!" Exclaimed The Abbe, Springing From His Seat. "why, The Vilest Animals Are Not Suffered To Die By Such A Death As That. The Very Dogs That Wander Houseless And Homeless In The Streets Find Some Pitying Hand To Cast Them A Mouthful Of Bread; And That A Man, A Christian, Should Be Allowed To Perish Of Hunger In The Midst Of Other Men Who Call Themselves Christians, Is Too Horrible For Belief. Oh, It Is Impossible - Utterly Impossible!

I'm Sure You're Very Nice, But You'd Be Even Nicer If You Went Away.

We Are Always In A Hurry To Be Happy...; For When We Have Suffered A Long Time, We Have Great Difficulty In Believing In Good Fortune.

Sometimes One Has Suffered Enough To Have The Right To Never Say: I Am Too Happy.