The Beautiful Has But One Type, The

The Smaller It Is The Heart, More Hatred Houses.

Every Bad Institution Of This World Ends By Suicide.

As For The Author, He Is Profoundly Unaware Of What The Classical Or Romantic Genre Might Consist Of.... In Literature, As In Allthings, There Is Only The Good And The Bad, The Beautiful And The Ugly, The True And The False.

To A Gargoyle On The Ramparts Of Notre Dame As Esmeralda Rides Off With Gringoire Quasimodo Says. "why Was I Not Made Of Stone Like Thee?

Houses Are Like The Human Beings That Inhabit Them.