Nature Is Pitiless; She Never Withdraws Her

I Advance In Life, I Grow More Simple, And I Become More And More Patriotic For Humanity.

The Transept Belfry And The Two Towers Were To Him Three Great Cages, The Birds In Which, Taught By Him, Would Sing For Him Alone. Yet It Was These Same Bells Which Had Made Him Deaf; But Mothers Are Often Fondest Of The Child Who Has Made Them Suffer Most.

Let Us Sacrifice One Day To Gain Perhaps A Whole Life.

Nature, Like A Kind And Smiling Mother, Lends Herself To Our Dreams And Cherishes Our Fancies.

If A Writer Wrote Merely For His Time, I Would Have To Break My Pen And Throw It Away.