Man does not understand nor accept immortality except on condition of self-remembrance.

He reached for his pocket, and found there, only reality

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.

A joyous little creature, so beautiful, It was as if a gate of Heaven opened as she came in.

The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome — this orphan, this foundling, this outcast.

Work is the law of life, and to reject it as boredom is to submit to it as torment.

Love is a fault; so be it.