Water! pretending to be pure, thou resemblest false friends. Thou art warm at the top and cold at bottom.

They are les misérables - the outcasts, the underdogs. And who is to blame? Is it not the most fallen who have most need of charity?

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves—say rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

The visit took place. It was a formidable campaign; a nocturnal battle against pestilence and suffocation.

During the years of suffering he reachd the conclusion that life was war in which he was one of the defeated. Hatred was his onlt weapon, and he resolved to sharpen it in prison and carry it with him when he left.

Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest.

His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.