Nothing is so stifling as symmetry. Symmetry is boredom, the quintessence of mourning. Despair yawns. There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering - a hell of boredom.

I was dying when you came.

Style is the substance of the subject called unceasingly to the surface.

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

And then, strange to say, the first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity; in a girl, it is boldness.

Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.' 'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. 'That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

Genius is a promontory jutting out into the infinite.