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

I like the laughter that opens the lips and the heart, shows at the same time the pearls and the soul.

A criminal remains a criminal whether he uses a convict's suit or a monarch's crown.

Taste is the common sense of genius.

When two souls have finally found each other, there is established between them a union which begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.

Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both laughing and lyric.

Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he sat up, a long stream of blood rolled down his face, he raised both arms in air, looked in the direction whence the shot came, and began to sing.