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

Is there not in every human soul a primitive spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world and immortal in the next, which can be developed by goodness, kindled, lit up, and made to radiate, and which evil can never entirely extinguish.

"I should hope so," Laigle replied, "for my coat and I live comfortably together. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has moulded itself on my deformities, and is complacent to all my movements, and 1 only feel its presence because it keeps me warm."

Love partakes of the soul itself. it is of the same nature. like it, it is a divine spark, like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable, it is the point of fire which is within us, which is immortal and infinite, which nothing can limit and nothing can extinguish.

My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic.

Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibres.

That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.