I put a Phrygian cap on the old dictionary.

Revery, which is thought in its nebulous state, borders closely upon the land of sleep, by which it is bounded as by a natural frontier.

Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he sat up, a long stream of blood rolled down his face, he raised both arms in air, looked in the direction whence the shot came, and began to sing.

The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends, and guarded him.

Press on! A better fate awaits thee.

God has bestowed two gifts on man: hope and ignorance. Ignorance is the better of the two.

Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves.