It Is From Books That Wise Men

Nothing Awakens Reminiscence Like An Aroma.

Laughter Is The Sun That Drives Winter From The Human Face.

Forget Not, Never Forget That You Have Promised Me To Use This Silver To Become An Honest Man.... Jean Valjean, My Brother: You Belong No Longer To Evil, But To Good. It Is Your Soul That I Am Buying For You. I Withdraw It From Dark Thoughts And From The Spirit Of Perdition, And I Give It To God!

Oh! Everything I Loved!

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