A Wedding Is Not House-keeping.

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

There Are No Trifles In The Human Story, No Trifling Leaves On The Tree.

The Convent, Which Belongs To The West As It Does To The East, To Antiquity As It Does To The Present Time, To Buddhism And Muhammadanism As It Does To Christianity, Is One Of The Optical Devices Whereby Man Gains A Glimpse Of Infinity.

We Are Not Loved By Our Friends For What We Are; Rather, We Are Loved In Spite Of What We Are.

You Ask Me What Forces Me To Speak? A Strange Thing; My Conscience.