Wisdom is a sacred communion.

I put a Phrygian cap on the old dictionary.

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

It is not enough to be happy, one must be content.

He who is not master of his own thoughts is not accountable for his own deeds.

At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.

At that moment of love, a moment when passion is absolutely silent under omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, pure seraphic Marius, would have been more capable of visiting a woman of the streets than of raising Cosette’s dress above the ankle. Once on a moonlit night, Cosette stopped to pick up something from the ground, her dress loosened and revealed the swelling of her breasts. Marius averted his eyes.