Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you in his image, I reply that he must have been very ugly.

The mother...swinging the children by pulling on a length of string, while at the same time she kept and eye on them with that protective watchfulness, half animal, half angelic, which is the quality of motherhood.

I think, therefore I doubt.

Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet.

So long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Miserables cannot fail to be of use.

In short, I am doing what I can, I suffer with the same universal suffering, and I try to assuage it, I possess only the puny forces of a man, and I cry to all: “Help me!

If she gives me all her time it is because I have all her heart.