Love Is Reducing The Universe To One

A Translation In Verse . . . Seems To Me Something Absurd, Impossible.

Joie Est Mon Caractere, C'est La Faute A Voltaire; Misere Est Mon Trousseau C'est La Faute A Rousseau. [joy Is My Character, 'tis The Fault Of Voltaire; Misery Is My Trousseau 'tis The Fault Of Rousseau.] - Gavroche

Scepticism, That Dry Caries Of The Intelligence.

A Faith Is A Necessity To A Man. Woe To Him Who Believes In Nothing.

There Is Always More Misery Among The Lower Classes Than There Is Humanity In The Higher.