The most ferocious animals are disarmed by caresses to their young.

He is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue.

Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.

The flesh is the upper surface of the unknown.

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.

The delight we inspire in others has this enchanting peculiarity that, far from being diminished like every other reflection, it returns to us more radiant than ever.

The miserable's name is Man; he is agonizing in all climes, and he is groaning in all languages.