Nature Has Made A Pebble And A

A Tempest Ceases, A Cyclone Passes Over, A Wind Dies Down, A Broken Mast Can Be Replaced, A Leak Can Be Stopped, A Fire Extinguished, But What Will Become Of This Enormous Brute Of Bronze?

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

What A Gloomy Thing, Not To Know The Address Of One's Soul.

Houses Are Like The Human Beings That Inhabit Them.

...there Is A Point When The Unfortunate And The Infamous Are Associated And Confused In A Word, A Mortal Word, Les Miserables