There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom.

To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time.

And if it happened to be a Christmas-night when the great bell seemed to rattle in its throat as it called the faithful to the midnight mass, there was such an indescribable air of life spread over the sombre facade that the great door-way looked as if it were swallowing the entire crowd, and the rose-window staring at them.

Who then can calculate the path of the molecule? how do we know that the creations of worlds are not determined by the fall of grains of sand?

In 1815, M. Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D—— He was an old man of about seventy-five years of age; he had occupied the see of D—— since 1806.

All animals are to be found in men and each of theme exists in some man, sometimes several at the time.

The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist; it is by the ideal that we live.