The Most Beautiful Of Altars,

Art Moves. Hence Its Civilizing Power.

The Ox Suffers, The Cart Complains.

Without At All Invalidating What We Have Just Said, We Believe That A Perpetual Remembrance Of The Tomb Is Proper For The Living. On This Point, The Priest And The Philosopher Agree: We Must Die.

He Was At His Own Request And Through His Own Complicity Driven Out Of All His Happinesses One After The Other; And He Had This Sorrow, That After Having Lost Cosette Wholly In One Day, He Was Afterwards Obliged To Lose Her Again In Detail.

Creation Lives, Grows, And Multiplies; Man Is But A Witness.