Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the trees more trembling, the odor of the grass more penetrating; never had the birds fallen asleep among the leaves with a sweeter noise; never had all the harmonies of universal serenity responded more thoroughly to the inward music of love; never had Marius been more captivated, more happy, more ecstatic.

Mirrors, those revealers of the truth, are hated; that does not prevent them from being of use.

What is fright by night is curiosity by day.

Whom man kills, him God restoreth to life.

To live a life which is a perpetual falsehood is to suffer unknown tortures.

When a person opens a book, he can never be in prison.

The left-handed are precious; they take places which are inconvenient for the rest.