Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.' 'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. 'That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

God put in man thought; society, action; nature, revery.

Kings are for nations in their swaddling-clothes: France has attained her majority.

Cheerfulness is like money well expended in charity; the more we dispense of it, the greater our possession.

The most ferocious animals are disarmed by caresses to their young.

Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions

A breath of Paris preserves the soul.