Civilization survives on the constant discovery of amity and an equal supply of damnation.
Ah," cried Gavroche, "what does this mean? It rains again! ...If this continues, I withdraw my subscription.
To meditate is to labour; to think is to act.
I'd rather be hissed at for a good verse, than applauded for a bad one.
The real, native South Seas food is lousy. You can't eat it.
The sewer is the conscience of the city.