There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

He saw before him two roads, both equally straight ; but he saw two; and that terrified him — him, who had never in his life known but one straight line. And, bitter anguish, these two roads were contradictory.

To meditate is to labour; to think is to act. Folded arms work, closed hands perform, a gaze fixed on heaven is a toil.

Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.

To destroy abuses is not enough; Habits must also be changed. The windmill has gone, but the wind is still there." ~old man G--- to Monseigneur Bienvenu Myriel

God was bored by him.