The Earth Is A Great Piece Of

And So, Being In Heaven, It Was Easy For Him To Lose Sight Of Earth.

Gavroche Had Fallen Only To Rise Again; He Sat Up, A Long Stream Of Blood Rolled Down His Face, He Raised Both Arms In Air, Looked In The Direction Whence The Shot Came, And Began To Sing.

The Persistence Of An All-absorbing Idea Is Terrible.

What Is History? An Echo Of The Past In The Future; A Reflex From The Future On The Past.

At The Moment When Her Eyes Closed, When All Feeling Vanished In Her, She Thought That She Felt A Touch Of Fire Imprinted On Her Lips, A Kiss More Burning Than The Red-hot Iron Of The Executioner.