To have lied is to have suffered.
No one can keep a secret better than a child.
The man is placed where the Earth ends, the woman, where the heaven starts.
It may be remarked in passing that success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblences to merit.
He does not weep who does not see.
To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. "Why was I not made of stone like thee?