A one-eyed man is much more incomplete than a blind man, for he knows what it is that's lacking.

Success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblances to merit.... They confound the brilliance of the firmament with the star-shaped footprints of a duck in the mud.

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

Ah," cried Gavroche, "what does this mean? It rains again! ...If this continues, I withdraw my subscription.

When liberty returns, I will return.

Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.

Press on! A better fate awaits thee.