To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul.

Women are more credulous than men.

This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.

Night and the day, when united, Bring forth the beautiful light.

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

Philosophy is the microscope of thought. Everything desires to flee from it, but nothing escapes it.

All who suffer are full of hatred; all who live drag a remorse: the dead alone have broken their chains.