“«No, count; but to leave Paris——» «If I thought happiness might await you in Paris, Morrel, I would have left you there.»
«Valentine reposes within the walls of Paris, and to leave Paris is like losing her a second time.» «Maximilian,» said the count, «the friends that we have lost 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.
I have two friends, who in this way never depart from me; the one who gave me being, and the other who conferred knowledge and intelligence on me. Their spirits live in me. I consult them when doubtful, and if I ever do any good, it is due to their beneficent counsels.”