Where Would The Shout Of Love Begin,

The Supreme Happiness Of Life Is The Conviction That We Are Loved.

Success Is An Ugly Thing. Men Are Deceived By Its False Resemblances To Merit.... They Confound The Brilliance Of The Firmament With The Star-shaped Footprints Of A Duck In The Mud.

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.

What Is Called Honors And Dignities, And Even Honor And Dignity, Is Generally Fool's Gold.

I See Black Light (his Last Words)