The Count of Monte Cristo

until the day when God shall deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is summed up in these two words,—' Wait and hope.'—Your friend, "Edmond Dantes, Count of Monte Cristo."

I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper, than of a sword or pistol."

"And how did this misfortune occur?" inquired the latter, resuming the interrupted conversation.

I own that I am lost in wonder to find myself promoted to an honor of which I feel myself unworthy—that of being the husband of Mercedes."

There's a providence that watches over the deserving.

marquise, "your folly exceeds all bounds

pen, ink, and paper are my tools, and without my tools I am fit for nothing.

Yes, yes, Dantes' good health!" said Caderousse, emptying his glass, "here's to his health! his health—hurrah!"

Tous les mechants sont beuveurs d'eau; C'est bien prouve par le deluge.' [*]

* "The wicked are great drinkers of water; As the flood proved once for all."

That's what I call love!" said Caderousse with a voice more tipsy than ever. "That's love, or I don't know what love is.