It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in possession of the false aim of life, happiness, we forget the true aim, duty!

Ah," cried Gavroche, "what does this mean? It rains again! ...If this continues, I withdraw my subscription.

Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.

Every step which the intelligence of Europe has taken has been in spite of the clerical party.

A one-eyed man is much more incomplete than a blind man, for he knows what it is that's lacking.

A phenomenon often seen. A sceptic adhering to a believer; that is as simple as the law of the complementary colours. What we lack attracts us. Nobody loves the light like the blind man.

He does not weep who does not see.