Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art.

There are no rules for felicity.

Everything being a constant carnival, there is no carnival left.

What says the law? You will not kill. How does it say it? By killing!

Have no fear of robbers or murderers. They are external dangers, petty dangers. We should fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices the real murderers. The great dangers are within us. Why worry about what threatens our heads or our purses? Let us think instead of what threatens our souls.

The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.

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.