Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

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

To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. "Why was I not made of stone like thee?

Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?

If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.

A thousand men enslaved fear one beast free.

What is called honors and dignities, and even honor and dignity, is generally fool's gold.