The Beautiful Has But One Type, The

The Soul Has Greater Need Of The Ideal Than Of The Real

I Am A Soul. I Know Well That What I Shall Render Up To The Grave Is Not Myself. That Which Is Myself Will Go Elsewhere. Earth, Thou Art Not My Abyss!

The Left-handed Are Precious; They Take Places Which Are Inconvenient For The Rest.

If We Must Suffer, Let Us Suffer Nobly.

...there Is A Point When The Unfortunate And The Infamous Are Associated And Confused In A Word, A Mortal Word, Les Miserables