Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace.

To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. "Why was I not made of stone like thee?

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.

Brothers, he who dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.

Now, one cannot read nonsense with impunity.

He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life.

Of all the things that God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, alas! and the most darkness.