Revolution Is The Larva Of Civilization.

Melancholy Is The Pleasure Of Being Sad.

Every Bad Institution Of This World Ends By Suicide.

Often When We Think We Are Knotting One Thread, We Are Tying Quite Another.

He Was At His Own Request And Through His Own Complicity Driven Out Of All His Happinesses One After The Other; And He Had This Sorrow, That After Having Lost Cosette Wholly In One Day, He Was Afterwards Obliged To Lose Her Again In Detail.

Almost All Our Desires, When Examined, Contain Something Too Shameful To Reveal.