Dying Is Nothing. What's Terrible Is Not

Friend Is Sometimes A Word Devoid Of Meaning; Enemy, Never.

Gavroche Had Fallen Only To Rise Again; He Sat Up, A Long Stream Of Blood Rolled Down His Face, He Raised Both Arms In Air, Looked In The Direction Whence The Shot Came, And Began To Sing.

The World Is The Expanding Greece And Greece Is The Shrinking World.

Paris Is A Sum Total. Paris Is The Ceiling Of The Human Race. All This Prodigious City Is An Epitome Of Dead And Living Manners And Customs. He Who Sees Paris, Seems To See All History Through With The Sky And Constellations In The Intervals.

No One Can Keep A Secret Better Than A Child.