Love Is The Salutation Of The Angel

So Long As Ignorance And Poverty Exist On Earth, Books Of The Nature Of Les Miserables Cannot Fail To Be Of Use.

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

She Was Sad With An Obscure Sadness Of Which She Had Not The Secret Herself. There Was In Her Whole Person The Stupor Of A Life Ended But Never Commenced.

Certain Thoughts Are Prayers. There Are Moments When, Whatever Be The Attitude Of The Body, The Soul Is On Its Knees.

In Every Cradle Decked With Rosy Wreath Lurk Germs Of Death.