When You Get An Idea Into Your

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

Work Is The Law Of Life, And To Reject It As Boredom Is To Submit To It As Torment.

My Day's Work Will Begin Again The Next Morning. The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley.

Ideas Can No More Flow Backward Than Can A River.

The Wicked Envy And Hate; It Is Their Way Of Admiring.