The author creates a book and the people accept or not accept it. The creator of a book is an author and the creator of it`s fate are people.

He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.

In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted, and you cannot see clearly. The sky is but the mouth of a cave. The whole day is the cave.... Frightful season! Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

Have but luck, and you will have the rest; be fortunate, and you will be thought great.

The greatest products of architecture are less the works of individuals than of society; rather the offspring of a nation's effort, than the inspired flash of a man of genius.

The poetic element lying hidden in most women is the source of their magnetic attraction.

M. Myriel had to undergo the fate of every newcomer in a little town, where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think.