She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.

Nothing is more true, more real, than the primeval magnetic disturbances that two souls may communicate to one another, through the tiny sparks of a moment's glance.

Style is the substance of the subject called unceasingly to the surface.

Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing upon each other.

Success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblances to merit.... They confound the brilliance of the firmament with the star-shaped footprints of a duck in the mud.

There is a way of meeting error while on the road of truth.

Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it.