Every Blade Has Two Edges;

There Are Many Lovely Women, But No Perfect Ones.

Nothing Can Be Sadder Or More Profound Than To See A Thousand Things For The First And Last Time.

Marius Was Of The Temperament That Sinks Into Grief And Remains There; Cosette Was Of The Sort That Plunges In And Comes Out Again.

I See Black Light (his Last Words)

It Is An Unpleasant Thing To Go To Bed Without Supper, It Is A Still Less Pleasant Thing Not To Sup And Not To Know Where One Is To Sleep.