Do you know what friendship is... it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.

God created the flirt as soon as he made the fool.

A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!

A language does not become fixed. The human intellect is always on the march, or, if you prefer, in movement, and languages with it.

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

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

I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality. -Claude Frollo