[t]he Small Is Great, The Great Is

He Reached For His Pocket, And Found There, Only Reality

Conscience Is God Present In Man.

The Women Laughed And Wept; The Crowd Stamped Their Feet Enthusiastically, For At That Moment Quasimodo Was Really Beautiful. He Was Handsome — This Orphan, This Foundling, This Outcast.

If God Had Intended That Man Should Go Backward, He Would Have Given Him Eyes In The Back Of His Head.

If You Look In The Eyes Of The Young, You See Flame. If You Look In The Eyes Of The Old, You See Light.