Popularity? It's glory's small change.
The production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth.
To live a life which is a perpetual falsehood is to suffer unknown tortures.
Revery, which is thought in its nebulous state, borders closely upon the land of sleep, by which it is bounded as by a natural frontier.
Ah," cried Gavroche, "what does this mean? It rains again! ...If this continues, I withdraw my subscription.
This book should be read as one would read the book of a dead man.