Melancholy Is The Happiness Of Being Sad.

What I Feel For You Seems Less Of Earth And More Of A Cloudless Heaven.

She Might Have Melted A Heart Of Stone, But Nothing Can Melt A Heart Of Wood.

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?

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

Since We Shall Love Each Other, I Shall Be Great And You Shall Be Rich.