No tenían ya palabras. Las estrellas empezaban a brillar. ¿Cómo fue que sus labios se encontraron? ¿Cómo es que el pájaro canta, que la nieve se funde, que la rosa se abre? Un beso; eso fue todo. Los...
No temamos nunca ni a los ladrones ni a los asesinos: esos son los peligros exteriores, los pequeños peligros. Las preocupaciones, esas son los ladrones; los vicios, esos son los asesinos. Los grandes...
No fear, no regrets.
No corruption is possible with the diamond.
Nevertheless, in certain respects and in certain places, despite philosophy, despite progress, the spirit of the cloister lingers on, in the middle of the nineteenth century, and a bizarre new outbrea...
Mankind is not a circle with a single centre but an ellipse with two focal points of which facts are one and ideas the other.
M. de Salaberry was not amused.
M. Myriel had to undergo the fate of every newcomer in a little town, where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think.
Love is the folly of men and the wit of God.
Love is a fault; be it so. Fantine was innocence floating upon the surface of this fault.
Long live the Republic! I'm one of them.Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam of the whole combat which he had missed, and in which he had had no part, appeared in the brilliant glance of the transfi...
Let us come to an understanding about equality; for, if liberty is the summit, equality is the base.
La lumière des torches ressemble à la sagesse des lâches; elle éclaire mal, parce qu'elle tremble.
La Tour-Gauvain avait une destinée étrange : un Gauvain l'attaquait, un Gauvain la défendait.
It seemed as though he had for a soul the book of the natural law.
It is one of the poignant anxieties of the thinker that he sees the shadow resting on the human soul, and that he gropes in darkness without being able to awaken that slumbering Progress.
It is like a skull, which still has holes for eyes, but no longer sight.
It does not do to let the senses fall asleep, whether in the shade of the sacred tree or in the shadow of an army.
Is there not in every human soul a primitive spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world and immortal in the next, which can be developed by goodness, kindled, lit up, and made to radiate, an...
In the morning, when he entered my room, I grumbled, but he was like the sunlight to me, all the same. One cannot defend oneself against those brats. They take hold of you, they hold you fast, they ne...