Where Poverty Ceases, Avarice Begins.

How Did You Get Back?' Asked Vautrin. 'i Walked,' Replied Eugene. 'i Wouldn't Like Half-pleasures, Myself,' Observed The Tempter. 'i'd Want To Go There In My Own Carriage, Have My Own Box, And Come Back In Comfort. All Or Nothing, That's My Motto.' 'and A Very Good One,' Said Madame Vauquer.

Above All Do Not Ask That Justice Be Just: It Is Just, Because It Is Justice. The Idea Of A Just Justice Could Have Originated Only In The Brain Of An Anarchist.

A Great Writer Is Nothing Less Than A Martyr Who Does Not Die.

Old Men Are Prone To Invest The Futures Of Young Men With Their Own Past Sorrows.

Clouds Symbolize The Veils That Shroud God.