God was bored by him.

There have been in this century only one great man and one great thing: Napoleon and liberty. For want of the great man, let us have the great thing.

To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.

God made only water, but man made wine.

...But listen, there will be more joy in heaven over the tears of a repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred just men.

All that was neither a city, nor a church, nor a river, nor color, nor light, nor shadow: it was reverie. For a long time, I remained motionless, letting myself be penetrated gently by this unspeakable ensemble, by the serenity of the sky and the melancholy of the moment. I do not know what was going on in my mind, and I could not express it; it was one of those ineffable moments when one feels something in himself which is going to sleep and something which is awakening.

Idleness, pleasure, what abysses! To do nothing is a dreary course to take, be sure of it. To live idle upon the substance of society! To be useless, that is to say, noxious! This leads straight to the lowest depth of misery.