The supreme ordeal, let us say rather, the only ordeal, is the loss of the beloved being.

If he had had all Peru in his pocket, he would certainly have given it to this dancer; but Gringoire had not Peru in his pocket; and besides, America was not yet discovered. (p. 66)

Success is a very hideous thing. Its false resemblance to merit deceives men.

I believe in religion against the religious; in the pitifulness of orisons, and in the sublimity of prayer.

These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps

God is behind everything, but everything hides God.

He who is not capable of enduring poverty is not capable of being free.