“O şimdiye kadar bedeniyle sevmişti. Şimdi kafasıyla sevmeye başladı.”

“Askerlerin kanında bulunan üstün disiplin düşüncesi, doğruluk yetkesini saptırmaya yetmez mi? Disiplin demek boyun eğme demektir.Ordunun onurundan söz ediliyor bize, onu sevmemiz, ona saygı göstermemiz isteniyor. Evet hiç kuşkusuz, ilk tehditte ayağa kalkacak, Fransız toprağını savunacak olan ordu tüm halktır, ona ancak sevgi ve saygı duyarız. Ama söz konusu o değil, biz de adalet gereksinimimiz içinde onun saygın kalmasını istiyoruz. Belki de yarın bizim elimize verecekleri kılıç sözkonusu, o efendi söz konusu. Kılıcın kabzasını, o tanrıyı dindarca öpmeye gelince, hayır!”

“Miserable humanity was clamouring from the depths of its abyss of suffering, and the clamour swept along, sending a shudder down every spine, for one and all were plunged in agony, refusing to die, longing to compel God to grant them eternal life. Ah ! life, life! That was what all those unfortunates, who had come from so far, amid so many obstacles, wanted - that was the one boon they asked for, in their wild desire to live it over again, to live it always! O Lord, whatever our misery, whatever the torment of our life may be, cure us, grant that we may begin to live again and suffer once more what we have suffered already. However unhappy we may be, to be is what we wish. It is not heaven that we ask Thee for, it is earth; and grant that we may leave it at the latest possible moment , never leave it indeed, if such be Thy good pleasure. And even when we no longer implore a physical cure, but a moral favour, it is still happiness that we ask for; happiness , the thirst for which alone consumes us. Oh Lord, grant that we may be happy and healthy; let us live, ay, let us live forever!”

“Crever pour crever, je préfère crever de passion que de crever d'ennui !”

“And that wreched creature without hands or feet, who had to be put to bed and fed like a child, that pitiable remnant of a man, whose almost vanished life was nothing more than one scream of pain, cried out in furious indignation: 'What a fool one must be to go and kill oneself!' " - 'Joy of Life”

“Respectable people... What bastards!”

“A silence fell at the mention of Gavard. They all looked at each other cautiously. As they were all rather short of breath by this time, it was the camembert they could smell. This cheese, with its gamy odour, had overpowered the milder smells of the marolles and the limbourg; its power was remarkable. Every now and then, however, a slight whiff, a flute-like note, came from the parmesan, while the bries came into play with their soft, musty smell, the gentle sound, so to speak, of a damp tambourine. The livarot launched into an overwhelming reprise, and the géromé kept up the symphony with a sustained high note.”