Though One Believes In Nothing, There Are

A Benevolent Malefactor, Merciful, Gentle, Helpful, Clement, A Convict, Returning Good For Evil, Giving Back Pardon For Hatred, Preferring Pity To Vengeance, Preferring To Ruin Himself Rather Than To Ruin His Enemy, Saving Him Who Had Smitten Him, Kneeling On The Heights Of Virtue, More Nearly Akin To An Angel Than To A Man. Javert Was Constrained To Admit To Himself That This Monster Existed. Things Could Not Go On In This Manner.

God Created The Flirt As Soon As He Made The Fool.

Work Is The Law Of Life, And To Reject It As Boredom Is To Submit To It As Torment.

God Will Reward You,' He Said. 'you Must Be An Angel Since You Care For Flowers.

. . .where There Is No More Hope, Song Remains.