Joie est mon caractere, C'est la faute a Voltaire; Misere est mon trousseau C'est la faute a Rousseau. [Joy is my character, 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Misery is my trousseau 'Tis the fault of Rousseau.] - Gavroche

No one ever keeps a secret so well as a child.

What dangers you run, O noble souls! Often, you give your heart, but we take only your body. Your heart is left to you and you look at it in the shadows and shudder.

To be perfectly happy it does not suffice to possess happiness, it is necessary to have deserved it.

Cheerfulness is like money well expended in charity; the more we dispense of it, the greater our possession.

We say that slavery has vanished from European civilization, but this is not true. Slavery still exists, but now it applies only to women and its name is prostitution.

Life is a flower of which love is honey.