Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.

The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.

The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome — this orphan, this foundling, this outcast.

Philosophy is the microscope of thought. Everything desires to flee from it, but nothing escapes it.

There is a determined though unseen bravery that defends itself foot by foot in the darkness against the fatal invasions of necessity and dishonesty. Noble and mysterious triumphs that no eye sees, and no fame rewards, and no flourish of triumph salutes. Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields that have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes.