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

It is an unpleasant thing to go to bed without supper, it is a still less pleasant thing not to sup and not to know where one is to sleep.

I'd rather be hissed at for a good verse, than applauded for a bad one.

The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land.

Love partakes of the soul itself. it is of the same nature. like it, it is a divine spark, like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable, it is the point of fire which is within us, which is immortal and infinite, which nothing can limit and nothing can extinguish.

All the human and animal manure which the world wastes, if returned to the land, instead of being thrown into the sea, would suffice to nourish the world.

There are many tongues to talk, and but few heads to think.