The Sewer Is The Conscience Of The

Idleness Is A Mother. She Has A Son, Robbery, And A Daughter, Hunger.

The Convent Is Supreme Egotism Resulting In Supreme Self-denial.

Give To A Being The Useless, And Deprive Him Of The Needful, And You Have The Gamin.

We Should Judge A Man Much More Surely From What He Dreams Than From What He Thinks.

We Shall Not Attempt To Give The Reader An Idea Of That Tetrahedron Nose-that Horse-shoe Mouth-that Small Left Eye Over-shadowed By A Red Bushy Brow, While The Right Eye Disappeared Entirely Under An Enormous Wart-of Those Straggling Teeth With Breaches Here And There Like The Battlements Of A Fortress-of That Horny Lip, Over Which One Of Those Teeth Projected Like The Tusk Of An Elephant-of That Forked Chin-and, Above All, Of The Expression Diffused Over The Whole-that Mixture Of Malice, Astonishment, And Melancholy. Let The Reader, If He Can, Figure To Himself This Combination.