Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.
Every man is a book in which God himself writes.
Nothing makes a man so adventurous as an empty pocket.
The production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth.
The rich's paradise was created by the poor's hell.
This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.