A Library Implies An Act Of Faith.

It Is God Who Makes Woman Beautiful, It Is The Devil Who Makes Her Pretty.

He Was At His Own Request And Through His Own Complicity Driven Out Of All His Happinesses One After The Other; And He Had This Sorrow, That After Having Lost Cosette Wholly In One Day, He Was Afterwards Obliged To Lose Her Again In Detail.

Slaves Would Be Tyrants Were The Chance Theirs.

Sleep Comes More Easily Than It Returns.

Music Is The Vapor Of Art. It Is To Poetry What Reverie Is To Thought, What Fluid Is To Solid, What The Ocean Of Clouds Is To The Ocean Of Waves.