On What Slender Threads Do Life And

When A Man Resolves To Avenge Himself, He Should First Of All Tear Out The Heart From His Breast.

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.

Ah, Lips That Say One Thing, While The Heart Thinks Another.

So Much The Worse For Those Who Fear Wine, For It Is Because They Have Some Bad Thoughts Which They Are Afraid The Liquor Will Extract From Their Hearts.

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]