The Drama Is Complete Poetry. The Ode

Strong And Rare Natures Are Thus Created; Misery, Almost Always A Stepmother, Is Sometimes A Mother; Privation Gives Birth To Power Of Soul And Mind; Distress Is The Nurse Of Self-respect; Misfortune Is A Good Breast For Great Souls.

Life Is A Theatre Set In Which There Are But Few Practicable Entrances.

We Should Judge A Man Much More Surely From What He Dreams Than From What He Thinks.

Have But Luck, And You Will Have The Rest; Be Fortunate, And You Will Be Thought Great.

Marius Was Of The Temperament That Sinks Into Grief And Remains There; Cosette Was Of The Sort That Plunges In And Comes Out Again.