Character: Edmond Dantes (The Count Of Monte Cristo)

- You may not believe it. But the denunciation against you was written by either Fernand or Danglars. It is possible that one dictated to the other. Fernand might hate you, but to write this kind of message .... it takes a very flexible and sophisticated mind. You have been betrayed by your best friend Danglars.

- It is natural. With the current decline of education, all the attention is paid to pumping up the muscles. Did you know that the human brain is not inferior to the biceps and is just as amenable to development as any bodily organ? However, how do you know? ..

When justice is wrong, it becomes the vilest, most disgusting thing and dishonors those who do it.

... And then everything will be as it should be, even if will be the opposite.

Happiness is like a fairy-tale palaces, the doors of which are guarded by dragons. Ought to struggle to master them.

For me death? A little more peace, a little more silence. No, I'm not sorry life, I regret the collapse of my plans, trevlig so slowly, so carefully vozdvijenskaya.

In our time of eternal friendship does not exist, however, as love.

Diplomacy, you know, it is impossible to learn, - for this you need flair.

Today's friends are tomorrow's enemies.

- And you yourself, 'said Faria,' why didn't you kill the jailer on the leg of a Desk, not wearing his dresses and never tried to escape?
- Because I don't think, ' replied Dantes.
- Because you are by nature inherent aversion to killing: so disgusted that you hadn't even thought of that, ' said the old man, in matters simple and allowed our natural impulses lead us along the straight path. Tiger, who was born to shed blood, is his business, his purpose, just want to smell, let him know about the proximity of the prey. He immediately rushes to it and ripping. It's his instinct, and he obeys. But man, on the contrary, the blood is abhorrent; not the laws of society forbid us to murder, and the laws of nature.

What, and there is a period of time, all sorts of incentives, medals, awards, Martinovska the prize is not in order to lead society to perfection? A man reaches perfection only when it can be, like the deity, to create and destroy at will; to destroy, he has learned - so half way already passed.

"You see," he said to him, - to which women are ungrateful, your courtesy does not touch the Baroness; ungrateful is not the word, I ought to say - insane. But what can you do! Anything that is dangerous, attracts; believe me, my dear Baron, the easiest way is to give them to do as they please; if they will be crushed, at least they will have to blame only yourself.

There is nothing that wouldn't have sold, when you know how to offer the right price.

- You have not tortured?
- No, but I was beaten.
- This is not enough. Need to go through mental torture.