Intelligence is the wife, imagination is your mistress and memory is your slave.

“One would say, to see all these snow-flakes fall, that there was a plague of wh…”

“Be serious,” said Enjolras. “I am wild,” replied Grantaire.”

“Ah ! Acaba güneş batmadan öleceğim doğru mu? Gerçekten mi? Bu ben miyim? Dışarı…”

“Kawan-kawan semua, dimasa yang akan datang tidak boleh lagi ada kegelapan, tida…”