Your girls that you all love are mine already; and through them you and others shall yet be mine. Love has made you weak, and weakness is my road. I enter by the heart, and from there I make a home.

I am he whom you sold and dishonored—I am he whose betrothed you prostituted—I am he upon whom you trampled that you might raise yourself to fortune—I am he whose father you condemned to die of hunger—I am he whom you also condemned to starvation, and who yet forgives you, because he hopes to be forgiven—I am Edmond Dantès!

If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear; and chiefly towards you my arch-enemy, because my creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred. I will work at your destruction, nor finish until I desolate your heart, so that you shall curse the hour of your birth.

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.