Love is like a tree, it grows of its own accord, it puts down deep roots into our whole being.

"I should hope so," Laigle replied, "for my coat and I live comfortably together. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has moulded itself on my deformities, and is complacent to all my movements, and 1 only feel its presence because it keeps me warm."

Progress is not accomplished in one stage.

At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted on her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of the executioner.

Science says the first word on everything, and the last word on nothing.

By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.

My misfortune is that I still resemble a man too much. I should liked to be wholly a beast like that goat. - Quasimodo