Here We Stop. Upon The Threshold Of

Do Not Let It Be Your Aim To Be Something, But To Be Someone.

Marius Was Of The Temperament That Sinks Into Grief And Remains There; Cosette Was Of The Sort That Plunges In And Comes Out Again.

When Grace Is Joined With Wrinkles, It Is Adorable. There Is An Unspeakable Dawn In Happy Old Age.

Nothing Makes A Man So Adventurous As An Empty Pocket.

To Study In Paris Is To Be Born In Paris!