She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.

If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!

Knowledge is a weight added to conscience.

I believe that pity is a law like justice, and that kindness is a duty like uprightness. That which is weak has a right to the kindness and pity of that which is strong. In the relations of man with the animals...there is a great ethic, scarcely perceived as yet, which will at length break through into the light, and which will be the corollary and the complement to humans ethics. Are there not here unsounded depths for the thinker? Is one to think oneself mad because one has the sentiment of universal pity in one's heart?

Work is the law of life, and to reject it as boredom is to submit to it as torment.

Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.

While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: 'Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday.' No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now Friday.