Nothing Makes A Man So Adventurous As

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

Liberation Is Not Deliverance.

Gavroche Had Fallen Only To Rise Again; He Sat Up, A Long Stream Of Blood Rolled Down His Face, He Raised Both Arms In Air, Looked In The Direction Whence The Shot Came, And Began To Sing.

A Bird Sings, A Child Prattles, But It Is The Same Hymn; Hymn Indistinct, Inarticulate, But Full Of Profound Meaning.

Curiosity Is Gluttony. To See Is To Devour.