Let Us Sacrifice One Day To Gain

Phenomena Intersect; To See But One Is To See Nothing.

On This Point, The Priest And The Philosopher Agree: We Must Die.

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.

Table Talk And Lovers' Talk Equally Elude The Grasp; Lovers' Talk Is Clouds, Table Talk Is Smoke.

To Learn To Read Is To Light A Fire; Every Syllable That Is Spelled Out Is A Spark.