Why worry about what threatens our heads or purses? Let us think instead of what threatens our souls.

Joie est mon caractere, C'est la faute a Voltaire; Misere est mon trousseau C'est la faute a Rousseau. [Joy is my character, 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Misery is my trousseau 'Tis the fault of Rousseau.] - Gavroche

Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?

When a man understands the art of seeing, he can trace the spirit of an age and the features of a king even in the knocker on a door.

We are not loved by our friends for what we are; rather, we are loved in spite of what we are.

It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.

Perseverance, secret of all triumphs.