Work is the law of life, and to reject it as boredom is to submit to it as torment.
Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome — this orphan, this foundling, this outcast.
God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.
Nothing is more true, more real, than the primeval magnetic disturbances that two souls may communicate to one another, through the tiny sparks of a moment's glance.