His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not one's own.

Women play with their beauty as children do with their knives. They wound themselves with it.

The thirst for the Infinite proves infinity.

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

Revery, which is thought in its nebulous state, borders closely upon the land of sleep, by which it is bounded as by a natural frontier.

An increase of tenderness always ended by boiling over and turning to indignation. He was at the point where we seek to adopt a course, and to accept what tears us apart.

The soul does not give itself up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions.