In the domain of art there is no light without heat.

No one can keep a secret better than a child.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

Ah," cried Gavroche, "what does this mean? It rains again! ...If this continues, I withdraw my subscription.

There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on condition that they are followed by reconstructions.

Because a fact seems strange to you, you conclude that it is not one. ... All science, however, commences by being strange. Science is successive. It goes from one wonder to another. It mounts by a ladder. The science of to-day would seem extravagant to the science of a former time. Ptolemy would believe Newton mad.

Love is a fault; so be it.