Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.

To learn to read is to light a fire.

Ah," cried Gavroche, "what does this mean? It rains again! ...If this continues, I withdraw my subscription.

The mother...swinging the children by pulling on a length of string, while at the same time she kept and eye on them with that protective watchfulness, half animal, half angelic, which is the quality of motherhood.

Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest.

With a tiny bit of effort, the nettle would be useful; if you neglect it, it becomes a pest. So then we kill it. How many men are like nettles My friends, there is no such thing as a weed and no such thing as a bad man. There are only bad cultivators.

Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.