Hypocrisy Is Nothing, In Fact, But A

Strong And Bitter Words Indicate A Weak Cause.

Marius And Cosette Were In The Dark In Regard To Each Other. They Did Not Speak, They Did Not Bow, They Were Not Acquainted; They Saw Each Other; And, Like The Stars In The Sky Separated By Millions Of Leagues, They Lived By Gazing Upon Each Other.

I Put A Phrygian Cap On The Old Dictionary.

Women Play With Their Beauty As Children Do With Their Knives. They Wound Themselves With It.

Melancholy Is The Happiness Of Being Sad.