Labor is life; thought is light.

Joie est mon caractere, C'est la faute a Voltaire; Misere est mon trousseau C'est la faute a Rousseau. [Joy is my character, 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Misery is my trousseau 'Tis the fault of Rousseau.] - Gavroche

Night and the day, when united, Bring forth the beautiful light.

A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.

People generally will soon understand that writers should be judged, not according to rules and species, which are contrary to nature and art, but according to the immutable principles of the art of composition, and the special laws of their individual temperaments.

To know, to think, to dream. That is everything.

What matters deafness of the ear, when the mind hears? The one true deafness, the incurable deafness, is that of the mind.