My misfortune is that I still resemble a man too much. I should liked to be wholly a beast like that goat. - Quasimodo

Close by the Rights of Man, at the least set beside them, are the Rights of the Spirit.

The aim of art is almost divine: to bring to life again if it is writing history, to create if it is writing poetry.

It is sad to tell, but after having tried society, which had caused his misfortune, he tried Providence which created society, and condemned it also.

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.

The heart becomes heroic through passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests upon anything but what is elevated and great.

Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.