Forty Is The Old Age Of Youth;

Woman, Nude, Is The Blue Sky. Clouds And Garments Are An Obstacle To Contemplation. Beauty And Infinity Would Be Gazed Upon Unveiled.

Those Who Live Are Those Who Fight.

Ah! There You Are! He Exclaimed, Looking At Jean Valjean. I'm So Glad To See You. Well, But How Is This? I Gave You The Candlesticks Too, Which Are Of Silver Like The Rest, And For Which You Can Certainly Get Two Hundred Francs. Why Did You Not Carry Them Away With Your Forks And Spoons?

In Love, Such A Word, Whispered, Is A Mysterious Kiss Of The Soul To The Soul.

A Man Trying To Escape Never Thinks Himself Sufficiently Concealed.