To think is of itself to be useful; it is always and in all cases a striving toward God.

Friend is sometimes a word devoid of meaning; enemy, never.

The death agony of the barricade was about to begin.For, since the preceding evening, the two rows of houses in the Rue de la Chanvrerie had become two walls; ferocious walls, doors closed, windows closed, shutters closed. A house is an escarpment, a door is a refusal, a facade is a wall. This wall hears, sees and will not. It might open and save you. No. This wall is a judge. It gazes at you and condemns you. What dismal things are closed houses.

My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley.

Life is a theatre set in which there are but few practicable entrances.

...But listen, there will be more joy in heaven over the tears of a repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred just men.

Sleep comes more easily than it returns.