Ma Vie Est Une énigme Dont Ton

Marius And Cosette Were In The Dark In Regard To Each Other. They Did Not Speak, They Did Not Bow, They Were Not Acquainted; They Saw Each Other; And, Like The Stars In The Sky Separated By Millions Of Leagues, They Lived By Gazing Upon Each Other.

Often When We Think We Are Knotting One Thread, We Are Tying Quite Another.

A Republic May Be Called The Climate Of Civilization.

I Am For Religion, Against Religions.

Youth, Even In Its Sorrows, Always Has A Brilliancy Of Its Own.