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At That Moment Of Love, A Moment When Passion Is Absolutely Silent Under Omnipotence Of Ecstasy, Marius, Pure Seraphic Marius, Would Have Been More Capable Of Visiting A Woman Of The Streets Than Of Raising Cosette’s Dress Above The Ankle. Once On A Moonlit Night, Cosette Stopped To Pick Up Something From The Ground, Her Dress Loosened And Revealed The Swelling Of Her Breasts. Marius Averted His Eyes.

To Breathe Paris Is To Preserve One's Soul.

Winter Changes Into Stone The Water Of Heaven And The Heart Of Man.

If You Would Civilize A Man, Begin With His Grandmother.

Death Belongs To God Alone; By What Right Do Men Touch That Unknown Thing?