"Do you remember your father, Haidee?" The young Greek smiled. "He is here, and here," said she, touching
her eyes and her heart. "And where am I?" inquired Monte Cristo laughingly. "You?" cried she, with tones of thrilling tenderness, "you are everywhere!"
"My father thought that this action had been miraculously performed. He believed that a benefactor had
arisen from the grave to save us. Oh, it was a touching superstition, monsieur, and although I did not myself believe it, I would not for the world have destroyed my father's faith. How often did he muse over it and pronounce the name of a dear friend, a friend lost to him forever; and on his death-bed, when the near approach of eternity seemed to have illumined his mind with supernatural light, this thought, which had until then been but a doubt, became a conviction, and his last words were, `Maximilian, it was Edmond Dantes!"
Yes, but from a jail one is set free, and when from a jail one is set free but has the name of Edmondo Dantes, one revenges oneself.
As a general rule... people ask for advice only in order not to follow it; or if they do follow it, in order to have someone to blame for giving it.
All human wisdom is summed up in two words; wait and hope.