God wills it that man whom he has created , and in whose heart he has so profoundly rooted the lore of life , ahould do all in his power to preserve that existence , which ,however painful it may be ,is yet always so dear.上帝了人，并在他的心中根深地植入了对生爱，不论是多么痛苦，可总还是它是可爱的，上帝既然这样创造了人，他总会尽力使他存在的。
Time , which encrusts all physical substances with its mossy mantle , as it inrets all things of the mind with forgetfulness.时间，给一切有形的物体覆以外衣，这件外衣就是苔藓；它给一切无形的事物也披上了一件外衣，而这件外衣就是健忘。
The mind has its organ of rision as well as the body ,with this additional perfction ,that the objects presented to its view are indelibly impressed.灵魂也像肉体一样有它的视觉器官，肉眼所看到的东西有时会忘记，但是灵魂所见过的东西却是永远铭记的。
The friends that we hare last do not repose in the bosom of the earth , but are buried deep in our hearts ; and it has been thus ordained , that we may always be accompanied by them.我们所丧失的朋友不是安息在大地的胸膛里而是深深地埋在我们的心里，上帝是这样安排的，所以他们永远陪伴着我们。
Never forget , that until the day when god will deign to reveal the future to man , all human wisdom is contained in these two words ,——“Wait and Hope”.永远不要忘记，在上帝揭露人的未来以前，人类的一切智慧是包含在这四个字里面的：“等待”和“希望”。
God wills it that man whom he has created , and in whose heart he has so profoundly rooted the lore of life , ahould do all in his power to preserve that existence , which ,however painful it may be ,is yet always so dear.上帝创人，并在他的心中根深蒂固入了对生命的爱，不论么痛苦总还是觉得它是可爱的，上帝既然这样创造了人，他总会尽力使他存在的。
Time , which encrusts all physical substances with its mossy mantle , as it inrets all things of the mind with forgetfulness.时间，给一切有形的物体覆以外衣，这件外衣就是苔藓；它给一切无形的事物也披上了一件外衣，而这件外衣就是健忘。
The mind has its organ of rision as well as the body ,with this additional perfction ,that the objects presented to its view are indelibly impressed.灵魂也像肉体一样有它的视觉器官，肉眼所看到的东西有时会忘记，但是灵魂所见过的东西却是永远铭记的。
The friends that we hare last do not repose in the bosom of the earth , but are buried deep in our hearts ; and it has been thus ordained , that we may always be accompanied by them.我们所丧失的朋友不是安息在大地的胸膛里而是深深地埋在我们的心里，上帝是这样安排的，所以他们永远陪伴着我们。
Never forget , that until the day when god will deign to reveal the future to man , all human wisdom is contained in these two words ,——“Wait and Hope”.永远不要忘记，在上帝揭露人的未来以前，人类的一切智慧是包含在这四个字里面的：“等待”和“希望”。
1. 上帝给了人类有限的力量,却给了他们无限的欲望.2. 的诅咒有时会比活人的憎恨怕.3. 快乐或不快乐是一个秘密,只有自己和四面的墙壁才知道.4. 软弱啊,你的名字是女人.5. 人的天性生来不适宜欢乐，只会紧紧地抱住痛苦。
6. 当你拼命想完成一件事的时候,你就不再是别人的对手,或者说得更确切一些,别人就不再是你的对手了,不管是谁,只要下了这个决心,他就会立刻觉得增添了无穷的力量,而他的视野也随之开阔了.7. 恶人是不会简单的死的,因为上帝似乎还要关照他们,他要用他们来作他报复的工具.8. 一切罪恶只有两帖药-----时间和沉默.9. 世界上无所谓幸福 也无所谓不幸 只有一种境况与另一种境况相比较 只有那些曾经在大海里抱着木板经受凄风苦雨的人 才能体会到幸福有多么的可贵 尽情的享受生命的快乐吧 永远记住 在上帝揭开人类未来的图景前 人类的智慧就包含在两个词中：等待和希望。
10.我知道世界是一个客厅，我们必须客客气气地走出去——就是说，鞠躬退出，这样才算体面。
11.我的朋友，我还有一点疑虑——你是不是因为太懦弱了，才这样以炫耀自己的痛苦来作为自己的骄傲
12.生命是什么
是在通向死神的候见室里的暂时的停留。
13.我喜欢鬼，我从来没听说过死人用六千年时间所做的恶事能超过活人在一天之内所犯的罪过。
14.我从不骂人，也不爱动怒，有过错我都能原谅，但我并不疏忽。
15.痛苦的经历一旦有人分担，痛苦就减少了一半。
16.政治里面没有人，有的只是思想，牺牲一个人叫除掉一个障碍。
17.幸福就是一双鞋合不合适只有自己一个人知道。
18.人类的一切智慧是包含在这四个字里面的：‘等待’和‘希望’”
God gave humans limited power, but gave them unlimited desires.
这句基督山伯爵个人经历的。
他在狱中逃跑的机会渺茫，每天用希望支撑自己，等待着运气的降临。
最终他的希望与等待拯救了自己。
人生也可以看做一个监狱，即使你再聪明、再强壮、再主动，你也有许多需求无法实现，你也（几乎）逃不出这座监牢，至少在当前的科技水平与社会制度下。
有些人不觉得人生是监狱，是因为他没有深刻体会到人生的艰辛与残酷。
不同常人的是，基督山伯爵他体会到了，他从天真的少年，成长为狱中失望的怀疑者，再成长为成熟智慧的伯爵，他明白了个人诉求与社会、与时代的关系。
在自然面前，没有人是强者。
每个人都是弱者，那么希望与等待就是支撑你活下去的唯一稻草。
“你忏悔了吗
”一个庄严低沉的声音问道。
腾格拉尔听了吓得头发根都直竖起来。
他睁大衰弱的眼睛竭力想看清眼前的东西，在那强盗的后面，他看见一个人裹着披风站在石柱的影阴里。
“我忏悔什么呢
”腾格拉尔结结巴巴地说。
“忏悔你所做过的坏事。
”那个声音说。
“噢，是的
我忏悔了
我忏悔了
”腾格拉尔说，他用他那瘦削的拳头捶着他的胸膛。
“那么我宽恕你。
”那人说着就摔下他的披风，走到亮光里。
“基督山伯爵
”腾格拉尔说，饥饿和痛苦使他的脸色苍白，恐惧更使他面如土色了。
“你弄错了，我不是基督山伯爵
”“那末你是谁呢
”“我就是那个被你诬陷、出卖和污蔑的人。
我的未婚妻被你害得过着屈辱的生活。
我横遭你的践踏，被你作为升官发财的垫脚石，我的父亲被你害得活活饿死，——我本来也想让你死于饥饿。
可是我宽恕了你，因为我也需要宽恕。
我就是爱德蒙·唐太斯。
”腾格拉尔大叫一声，摔倒在地上缩成一团。
“起来吧，”伯爵说，“你的生命是安全的。
你的那两个同伴可没有你这样幸运，一个疯了，一个死了。
留着剩下的那五万法郎吧，我送给你了。
你从医院里骗来的那五百万，已经送回给他们了。
现在你可以好好地吃一顿。
今天晚上你是我的客人。
万帕，这个人吃饱以后，就把他放了。
”Valentine, Valentine! he mentally ejaculated; but his lips uttered no sound, and as though all his strength were centred in that internal emotion, he sighed and closed his eyes. Valentine rushed towards him; his lips again moved.He is calling you, said the count; he to whom you have confided your destiny--he from whom death would have separated you, calls you to him. Happily, I vanquished death. Henceforth, Valentine, you will never again be separated on earth, since he has rushed into death to find you. Without me, you would both have died. May God accept my atonement in the preservation of these two existences!Valentine seized the count's hand, and in her irresistible impulse of joy carried it to her lips.Oh, thank me again! said the count; tell me till you are weary, that I have restored you to happiness; you do not know how much I require this assurance.Oh, yes, yes, I thank you with all my heart, said Valentine; and if you doubt the sincerity of my gratitude, oh, then, ask Haidée! ask my beloved sister Haidée, who ever since our departure from France, has caused me to wait patiently for this happy day, while talking to me of you.You then love Haidée? asked Monte Cristo with an emotion he in vain endeavored to dissimulate.Oh, yes, with all my soul.Well, then, listen, Valentine, said the count; I have a favor to ask of you.Of me? Oh, am I happy enough for that?Yes; you have called Haidée your sister,--let her become so indeed, Valentine; render her all the gratitude you fancy that you owe to me; protect her, for (the count's voice was thick with emotion) henceforth she will be alone in the world.Alone in the world! repeated a voice behind the count, and why?Monte Cristo turned around; Haidée was standing pale, motionless, looking at the count with an expression of fearful amazement.Because to-morrow, Haidée, you will be free; you will then assume your proper position in society, for I will not allow my destiny to overshadow yours. Daughter of a prince, I restore to you the riches and name of your father.Haidée became pale, and lifting her transparent hands to heaven, exclaimed in a voice stifled with tears, Then you leave me, my lord?Haidée, Haidée, you are young and beautiful; forget even my name, and be happy.It is well, said Haidée; your order shall be executed, my lord; I will forget even your name, and be happy. And she stepped back to retire.Oh, heavens, exclaimed Valentine, who was supporting the head of Morrel on her shoulder, do you not see how pale she is? Do you not see how she suffers?Haidée answered with a heartrending expression, Why should he understand this, my sister? He is my master, and I am his slave; he has the right to notice nothing.The count shuddered at the tones of a voice which penetrated the inmost recesses of his heart; his eyes met those of the young girl and he could not bear their brilliancy. Oh, heavens, exclaimed Monte Cristo, can my suspicions be correct? Haidée, would it please you not to leave me?I am young, gently replied Haidée; I love the life you have made so sweet to me, and I should be sorry to die.You mean, then, that if I leave you, Haidée--I should die; yes, my lord.Do you then love me?Oh, Valentine, he asks if I love him. Valentine, tell him if you love Maximilian. The count felt his heart dilate and throb; he opened his arms, and Haidée, uttering a cry, sprang into them. Oh, yes, she cried, I do love you! I love you as one loves a father, brother, husband! I love you as my life, for you are the best, the noblest of created beings!Let it be, then, as you wish, sweet angel; God has sustained me in my struggle with my enemies, and has given me this reward; he will not let me end my triumph in suffering; I wished to punish myself, but he has pardoned me. Love me then, Haidée! Who knows? perhaps your love will make me forget all that I do not wish to remember.What do you mean, my lord?I mean that one word from you has enlightened me more than twenty years of slow experience; I have but you in the world, Haidée; through you I again take hold on life, through you I shall suffer, through you rejoice.Do you hear him, Valentine? exclaimed Haidée; he says that through me he will suffer--through me, who would yield my life for his. The count withdrew for a moment. Have I discovered the truth? he said; but whether it be for recompense or punishment, I accept my fate. Come, Haidée, come! and throwing his arm around the young girl's waist, he pressed the hand of Valentine, and disappeared.An hour had nearly passed, during which Valentine, breathless and motionless, watched steadfastly over Morrel. At length she felt his heart beat, a faint breath played upon his lips, a slight shudder, announcing the return of life, passed through the young man's frame. At length his eyes opened, but they were at first fixed and expressionless; then sight returned, and with it feeling and grief. Oh, he cried, in an accent of despair, the count has deceived me; I am yet living; and extending his hand towards the table, he seized a knife.Dearest, exclaimed Valentine, with her adorable smile, awake, and look at me! Morrel uttered a loud exclamation, and frantic, doubtful, dazzled, as though by a celestial vision, he fell upon his knees.The next morning at daybreak, Valentine and Morrel were walking arm-in-arm on the sea-shore, Valentine relating how Monte Cristo had appeared in her room, explained everything, revealed the crime, and, finally, how he had saved her life by enabling her to simulate death. They had found the door of the grotto opened, and gone forth; on the azure dome of heaven still glittered a few remaining stars. Morrel soon perceived a man standing among the rocks, apparently awaiting a sign from them to advance, and pointed him out to Valentine. Ah, it is Jacopo, she said, the captain of the yacht; and she beckoned him towards them.Do you wish to speak to us? asked Morrel.I have a letter to give you from the count.From the count! murmured the two young people.Yes; read it. Morrel opened the letter, and read:--MY DEAR MAXIMILIAN,--There is a felucca for you at anchor. Jacopo will carry you to Leghorn, where Monsieur Noirtier awaits his granddaughter, whom he wishes to bless before you lead her to the altar. All that is in this grotto, my friend, my house in the Champs Elysées, and my Chateau at Tréport, are the marriage gifts bestowed by Edmond Dantès upon the son of his old master, Morrel. Mademoiselle de Villefort will share them with you; for I entreat her to give to the poor the immense fortune reverting to her from her father, now a madman, and her brother who died last September with his mother. Tell the angel who will watch over your future destiny, Morrel, to pray sometimes for a man, who like Satan thought himself for an instant equal to God, but who now acknowledges with Christian humility that God alone possesses supreme power and infinite wisdom. Perhaps those prayers may soften the remorse he feels in his heart. As for you, Morrel, this is the secret of my conduct towards you. There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of living.Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart, and never forget that 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 DANTèS, COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO.During the perusal of this letter, which informed Valentine for the first time of the madness of her father and the death of her brother, she became pale, a heavy sigh escaped from her bosom, and tears, not the less painful because they were silent, ran down her cheeks; her happiness cost her very dear. Morrel looked around uneasily. But, he said, the count's generosity is too overwhelming; Valentine will be satisfied with my humble fortune. Where is the count, friend? Lead me to him. Jacopo pointed towards the horizon. What do you mean? asked Valentine. Where is the count?--where is Haidée?Look! said Jacopo.The eyes of both were fixed upon the spot indicated by the sailor, and on the blue line separating the sky from the Mediterranean Sea, they perceived a large white sail. Gone, said Morrel; gone!--adieu, my friend--adieu, my father!Gone, murmured Valentine; adieu, my sweet Haidée--adieu, my sister!Who can say whether we shall ever see them again? said Morrel with tearful eyes.Darling, replied Valentine, has not the count just told us that all human wisdom is summed up in two words?--'Wait and hope.'
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