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.

Let us leave to the brain what belongs to it, and agree that the work of the men of genius is of the superhuman, the offspring of man.

A great artist is a great man in a great child.

Popularity - a piece of faded tinsel, that is out of date.

You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.

Poetry contains philosophy as the soul contains reason.

God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.