Spira, Spera. (breathe, Hope)

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

There Is Always More Misery Among The Lower Classes Than There Is Humanity In The Higher.

He Did Not Study God; He Was Dazzled By Him.

Love Is Like A Tree, It Grows Of Its Own Accord, It Puts Down Deep Roots Into Our Whole Being.

Jesus Wept; Voltaire Smiled. From That Divine Tear And From That Human Smile Is Derived The Grace Of Present Civilization.