Idleness is a mother. She has a son, robbery, and a daughter, hunger.
Joy is the reflex of terror.
An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.
A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.
Inanimate objects sometimes appear endowed with a strange power of sight. A statue notices, a tower watches, the face of an edifice contemplates.
And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.