Ah," Cried Gavroche, "what Does This Mean?

The Beautiful Has But One Type, The Ugly Has A Thousand.

The Straight Line, A Respectable Optical Illusion Which Ruins Many A Man.

To Die Is Nothing; But It Is Terrible Not To Live.

There Is Such A Thing As The Pressure Of Darkness.

She Was A Lovely Blonde, With Fine Teeth. She Had Gold And Pearls For Her Dowry; But Her Gold Was On Her Head, And Her Pearls Were In Her Mouth.