A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?

The cruel of heart have their own black happiness.

Cheerfulness is like money well expended in charity; the more we dispense of it, the greater our possession.

Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.

The malicious have a dark happiness.

I put a Phrygian cap on the old dictionary.

Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing upon each other.