Rhyme, That Enslaved Queen, That

Work Is The Law Of Life, And To Reject It As Boredom Is To Submit To It As Torment.

The Miserable's Name Is Man; He Is Agonizing In All Climes, And He Is Groaning In All Languages.

Friend Is Sometimes A Word Devoid Of Meaning; Enemy, Never.

Love Is Like A Tree, It Grows Of Its Own Accord, It Puts Down Deep Roots Into Our Whole Being.

I Wanted To See You Again, Touch You, Know Who You Were, See If I Would Find You Identical With The Ideal Image Of You Which Had Remained With Me And Perhaps Shatter My Dream With The Aid Of Reality. -claude Frollo