Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.

The most beautiful of altars, he said, is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thankfing God.

To meditate is to labour; to think is to act.

He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.

A man without a woman is like a pistol without a trigger; it is the woman who makes the man go off.

If he had had all Peru in his pocket, he would certainly have given it to this dancer; but Gringoire had not Peru in his pocket; and besides, America was not yet discovered. (p. 66)

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness. We pardon to the extent that we love. Love is knowing that even when you are alone, you will never be lonely again. & great happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved. Loved for ourselves. & even loved in spite of ourselves.