The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal.

To see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich. He keeps up appearances, it is true, but I feel the pinch. He gives a revolution as a merchant, whose credit is low, gives a ball.

For the rest, he was the same to all men, the fashionable world and the ordinary people. He judged nothing in haste, or without taking account of the cirumstances. He said, 'Let me see how the fault arose.

He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.

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

The man who does not know other languages, unless he is a man of genius, necessarily has deficiencies in his ideas.

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.