Marius and Cosette did not ask where this would lead them. They looked at themselves as arrived. It is a strange pretension for men to ask that love should lead them somewhere.

My misfortune is that I still resemble a man too much. I should liked to be wholly a beast like that goat. - Quasimodo

Everything bows to success, even grammar.

And then, strange to say, the first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity; in a girl, it is boldness.

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

Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city.

Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds.