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?
The poetic element lying hidden in most women is the source of their magnetic attraction.
The sewer is the conscience of the city.
True thinkers are characterized by a blending of clearness and mystery.
Forget not, never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man.... Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!
Let us have compassion for those under chastisement. Alas, who are we ourselves? Who am I and who are you? Whence do we come and is it quite certain that we did nothing before we were born? This earth is not without some resemblance to a gaol. Who knows but that man is a victim of divine justice? Lo
What makes night within us may leave stars.
I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.
I repeat, whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all.
For there are many great deeds done in the small struggles of life.
Excitement is not enjoyment: in calmness lies true pleasure. The most precious wines are sipped, not bolted at a swallow.
The true artist can only labor con amore.
Art needs no spur beyond itself.
Life is a flower of which love is honey.
To love is the half of to believe.
When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.
Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man.
That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity.
The word Gothic, in the sense in which it is generally employed, is wholly unsuitable, but wholly consecrated. Hence we accept it and we adopt it, like all the rest of the world, to characterize the architecture of the second half of the Middle Ages, where the ogive is the principle which succeeds t
He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.
The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real
She loved with so much passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know whether it were good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary or accidental, eternal or transitory, permitted or prohibited: she loved.
Those who always pray are necessary to those who never pray.
One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.
The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; he declared in his transport that this would last through life; he said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserabl
A shadow is hard to seize by the throat and dash to the ground.
Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.
A translation in verse . . . seems to me something absurd, impossible.
As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled. Victor
I don't mind what Congress does, as long as they don't do it in the streets and frighten the horses.