Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.

That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.

Reason is intelligence taking exercise. Imagination is intelligence with an erection.

If she gives me all her time it is because I have all her heart.

At that moment of love, a moment when passion is absolutely silent under omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, pure seraphic Marius, would have been more capable of visiting a woman of the streets than of raising Cosette’s dress above the ankle. Once on a moonlit night, Cosette stopped to pick up something from the ground, her dress loosened and revealed the swelling of her breasts. Marius averted his eyes.

All that was neither a city, nor a church, nor a river, nor color, nor light, nor shadow: it was reverie. For a long time, I remained motionless, letting myself be penetrated gently by this unspeakable ensemble, by the serenity of the sky and the melancholy of the moment. I do not know what was going on in my mind, and I could not express it; it was one of those ineffable moments when one feels something in himself which is going to sleep and something which is awakening.

Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.