Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.

The most beautiful of altars, he said, is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thankfing God.

Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of passion. Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts. If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. To love another person is to see the face of God.

A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!

Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the trees more trembling, the odor of the grass more penetrating; never had the birds fallen asleep among the leaves with a sweeter noise; never had all the harmonies of universal serenity responded more thoroughly to the inward music of love; never had Marius been more captivated, more happy, more ecstatic.

What is fright by night is curiosity by day.

What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!