Success is a very hideous thing. Its false resemblance to merit deceives men.

Concision in style, precision in thought, decision in life.

The transept belfry and the two towers were to him three great cages, the birds in which, taught by him, would sing for him alone. Yet it was these same bells which had made him deaf; but mothers are often fondest of the child who has made them suffer most.

As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.

There is no rapture in the love which is prompted by esteem; such affection is lasting, not passionate.

We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.

Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.