Dream no small dreams. They have no power to stir the hearts of men.
Il giorno in cui una donna che vi passa davanti sprigiona luce camminando, siete perduto, amate. Non vi rimane da far altro che una cosa: pensare a lei così intensamente da costringerla a pensare a vo...
Une idée fixe aboutit à la folie ou à l'héroïsme.
Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence.
Furono trovati tra tutte quelle carcasse raccapriccianti due scheletri di cui uno teneva l'altro strettamente abbracciato. Uno di questi due scheletri, che era quello di una donna, aveva ancora qualch...
The glance of women resembles certain combinations of wheels, which are tranquil in appearance yet formidable. You pass close to them every day, peaceably and with impunity, and without a suspicion of...
The devotion of one man had given strength and courage to all.
So long as there shall exist, by reason of law and custom, a social condemnation, which, in the face of civilisation, artificially creates hells on earth, and complicates a destiny that is divine, wit...
He loved books, those undemanding but faithful friends.
Good night! Good night!Far flies the light;But still God's loveShall shine above,Making all bright,Good night! Good night!
I bear the dungeon within me; within me is winter, ice, and despair; I have darkness in my soul.
He was fine; he, that orphan that foundling that outcast; he felt himself august and strong; he looked full in the face that society from which he was banished, and into which he had so powerfully int...
You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea. It is the cloud which thunders around everything that shines. Fame must have enemies, as light must...
L'istinto di Cosette cercava un padre, come quello di Valjean cercava un figlio, e incontrarsi, per essi, significò trovarsi; nel momento misterioso in cui le loro mani s'incontrarono, si saldarono. Q...
Forty is the old age of youth fifty the youth of old age.
Oh, implacable march of human societies! Oh, losses of men and of souls on the way! Ocean into which falls all that the law lets slip! Disastrous absence of help! Oh, moral death! The sea is the inex...
When a man does wrong, he should do all the wrong he can; it is madness to stop half-way in crime!
In a vast space left free between the crowd and the fire, a young girl was dancing.Whether this young girl was a human being, a fairy, or an angel, is what Gringoire, sceptical philosopher and ironica...
He had the confidence of a man who had never been wounded.
But alas, if I have not maintained my victory, it is God's fault for not making man and the devil of equal strength.