Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

Fame must have enemies, as light must have gnats.

In short, I am doing what I can, I suffer with the same universal suffering, and I try to assuage it, I possess only the puny forces of a man, and I cry to all: “Help me!

The world is the expanding Greece and Greece is the shrinking world.

He is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue.

Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it." She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:-- "And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.

People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.