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If You Don't Build Castles In The Air You Won't Build Anything On The Ground.

Now Life Has Killed The Dream I Dreamed.

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

The Sadness Which Reigned Everywhere Was But An Excuse For Unfailing Kindness.

Our Mind Is Enriched By What We Receive, Our Heart By What We Give.