That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

The aim of art is almost divine: to bring to life again if it is writing history, to create if it is writing poetry.

If suffer we must, let's suffer on the heights.

God has set his intentions in the flowers, in the dawn, in the spring, it is his will that we should love.

Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he sat up, a long stream of blood rolled down his face, he raised both arms in air, looked in the direction whence the shot came, and began to sing.

When God desires to destroy a thing, he entrusts its destruction to the thing itself. Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide.

I was dying when you came.