A thousand men enslaved fear one beast free.

Idleness is a mother. She has a son, robbery, and a daughter, hunger.

When a man understands the art of seeing, he can trace the spirit of an age and the features of a king even in the knocker on a door.

And if it happened to be a Christmas-night when the great bell seemed to rattle in its throat as it called the faithful to the midnight mass, there was such an indescribable air of life spread over the sombre facade that the great door-way looked as if it were swallowing the entire crowd, and the rose-window staring at them.

To be perfectly happy it does not suffice to possess happiness, it is necessary to have deserved it.

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.