Despotism Is A Long Crime.

The World Of Sleep Has An Existence Of Its Own.

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.

True Thinkers Are Characterized By A Blending Of Clearness And Mystery.

When I Speak To You About Myself, I Am Speaking To You About Yourself. How Is It You Don't See That?

Mirrors, Those Revealers Of The Truth, Are Hated; That Does Not Prevent Them From Being Of Use.