One Of The Magnanimities Of Woman Is

What A Gloomy Thing, Not To Know The Address Of One's Soul.

God Knows Better Than We Do What We Need.

Marius And Cosette Were In The Dark In Regard To Each Other. They Did Not Speak, They Did Not Bow, They Were Not Acquainted; They Saw Each Other; And, Like The Stars In The Sky Separated By Millions Of Leagues, They Lived By Gazing Upon Each Other.

The Flesh Is The Upper Surface Of The Unknown.

If We Must Suffer, Let Us Suffer Nobly.