If You Want To Civilize

The Saints Were His Friends, And Blessed Him; The Monsters Were His Friends, And Guarded Him.

To A Gargoyle On The Ramparts Of Notre Dame As Esmeralda Rides Off With Gringoire Quasimodo Says. "why Was I Not Made Of Stone Like Thee?

Our Acts Make Or Mar Us, We Are The Children Of Our Own Deeds.

Great Blunders Are Often Made, Like Large Ropes, Of A Multitude Of Fibres.

Mirrors, Those Revealers Of The Truth, Are Hated; That Does Not Prevent Them From Being Of Use.