“See Monsieur Geborand, buying a pennyworth of paradise.”

“There is M. Geborand purchasing paradise for a sou.”

“Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.”

“And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.”

“Et puis, tenez, monsieur Marius,je crois que j'étais un peu amoureuse de vous.”

“Then she looked at Marius, put on a strange expression and said to him, “Do you know, Monsieur Marius, you’re a very pretty boy?”

“Monsieur Bienvenu was simply a man who accepted these mysterious questions...and who had in his soul a deep respect for the mystery which enveloped them.”