We Would Be Ashamed Of Our Best

Joie Est Mon Caractere, C'est La Faute A Voltaire; Misere Est Mon Trousseau C'est La Faute A Rousseau. [joy Is My Character, 'tis The Fault Of Voltaire; Misery Is My Trousseau 'tis The Fault Of Rousseau.] - Gavroche

A Criminal Remains A Criminal Whether He Uses A Convict's Suit Or A Monarch's Crown.

We Need Those Who Pray Constantly To Compensate For Those Who Do Not Pray At All.

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!

Melancholy Is The Pleasure Of Being Sad.