“It was a garbage heap, and it was Sinai.”

“With a remainder of that brotherly compassion which is never totally absent from the heart of a drinker, Phoebus rolled Jehan with his foot onto one of those poor man's pillows which Providence provides on all the street corners of Paris and which the rich disdainfully refer to as heaps of garbage.”

“La guerre, c'est la guerre des hommes; la paix c'est la guerre des idées.”

“Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with one wounds himself with the other.”

“winter always carries with it something of our sadness; then April came, that daybreak of summer, fresh like every dawn, gay like every childhood; weeping a little sometimes like the infant that it is. Nature in this month has charming gleams which pass from the sky, the clouds, the trees, the fields, and the flowers, into the heart of man.”

“Happiness wishes everybody happy.”

“God knows better than we do what we need.”