The wise man does not grow old, but ripens.

There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world, and that is an idea whose time as come.

A language does not become fixed. The human intellect is always on the march, or, if you prefer, in movement, and languages with it.

The cruel of heart have their own black happiness.

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

I am in the night. There is a being who has gone away and carried the heavens with her. Oh! to be laid side by side in the same tomb, hand clasped in hand, and from time to time, in the darkness, to caress a finger gently, that would suffice for my eternity.

To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. "Why was I not made of stone like thee?