I'm Not In The World To Guard

Woe, Alas, To Those Who Have Loved Only Bodies, Forms, Appearances! Death Will Rob Them Of Everything. Try To Love Souls, You Will Find Them Again.

Foppery Is The Egotism Of Clothes.

Joie Est Mon Caractere, C'est La Faute A Voltaire; Misere Est Mon Trousseau C'est La Faute A Rousseau. [joy Is My Character, 'tis The Fault Of Voltaire; Misery Is My Trousseau 'tis The Fault Of Rousseau.] - Gavroche

That Is The Explanation Of War, An Outrage By Humanity Upon Humanity In Despite Of Humanity.

Youth, Even In Its Sorrows, Always Has A Brilliancy Of Its Own.