Love Is A Fault; So Be It.

Happiness Wishes Everybody Happy.

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

Friend Is Sometimes A Word Devoid Of Meaning; Enemy, Never.

There Is No Vacuum In The Human Heart. Certain Demolitions Take Place, And It Is Well That They Do, But On Condition That They Are Followed By Reconstructions.

Have But Luck, And You Will Have The Rest; Be Fortunate, And You Will Be Thought Great.