The soul gropes in search of a soul, and finds it. And that soul, found and proven, is a woman. A hand sustains you, it is hers; lips lightly touch your forehead, they are her lips; you hear breathing...
The soul aids the body, and at certain moments, raises it. It is the only bird which bears up its own cage.
The modern spirit is the genius of Greece with the genius of India for its vehicle; Alexander upon the elephant.
The guilty one is not the person who has committed the sin, but the person who has created the shadow.
The book the reader has now before his eyes - from one end to the other, in its whole and in its details, whatever the omissions, the exceptions, or the faults - is the march from evil to good, from i...
Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' Talk is clouds, Table Talk is smoke.Les Miserables
She had spears of straw and grass in her hair, not like Ophelia gone mad through contact with Hamlet's madness, but because she had slept in some stable loft.
Se quereis saber o que é a revolução, chamai-lhe Progresso, se quereis saber o que é o progresso, chamai-lhe Amanhã
Revolutions spring not from an accident, but from necessity. A revolution is a return from the fictitious to the real. It is because it must be that it is.
Plea Against the Death Penalty
Often a battle is lost and progress is conquered. There is less glory and more liberty. The drum holds its peace; reason takes the word. It is a game in which he who loses wins.
No temamos nunca a los ladrones ni a los asesinos. Temamonos a nosotros mismos, porque los grandes peligros se encuentran dentro de nosotros
No Prefect of Police believes that a cat can turn into a lion; nevertheless the thing happens...
Misery, we repeat, had been good for him. Poverty in youth, when it succeeds, has this magnificent property about it, that it turns the whole will towards effort, and the whole soul towards aspiration...
Let us admit, without bitterness, that the individual has his distinct interests and can, without felony, stipulate for those interests and defend them. The present has its pardonable amount of egotis...
La nuit fait des distributions d'essence stellaire aux fleurs endormies.
Knowledge is a weight added to conscience.
In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.
I don't want your money, said she.
Humanity is identity. All men are the same clay. No difference, here below at least, in predestination. The same darkness before, the same flesh during, the same ashes after life. But ignorance, mixed...