He who does not weep does not see.
He was out there alone with himself, composed, tranquil, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart to the serenity of the skies, moved in the darkness by the visible splendors of the constellations...
He was one of those children most deserving of pity, among all, one of those who have father and mother, and who are orphans nevertheless.
He understood how to say the grandest things in the most vulgar of idioms. As he spoke all tongues, he entered into all hearts.
He had not lived long enough to have discovered that nothing is more close at hand than the impossible, and what must be looked for is the unforeseen.
God delivers over to men his visible will in events, an obscure text written in a mysterious tongue. Men immediately make translations of it; translations hasty, incorrect, full of errors, of gaps, an...
Errors make excellent projectiles. They strike it cleverly in its vulnerable spot, in default of a cuirass, in its lack of logic;
Des marchands de sang humain criaient a tue-tête : Qui veut des places ?. Une rage m'a pris contre ce peuple. J'ai eu envie de leur crier : Qui veut la mienne ?
C’est que l’amour est comme un arbre, il pousse de lui-même, jette profondément ses racines dans tout notre être, et continue souvent de verdoyer sur un cœur en ruines. Et ce qu’il y a d’inexplicabl...
Cosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He has done more--he has given you to me. And after having sa...
Carve as we will the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny constantly reappears in it.
Blind is he who will not see!
Bishop.
As for methods of prayer, all are good, as long as they are sincere.
Animals are nothing else than the figures of our virtues and our vices, straying before our eyes, the visible phantoms of our souls. God shows them to us in order to induce us to reflect. Only since a...
Algebra applies to the clouds; the radiance of the star benefits the rose; no thinker would dare to say that the perfume of the hawthorn is useless to the constellations.
Ah, cried Gavroche, what does this mean? It rains again! ...If this continues, I withdraw my subscription.
A harmony established contrary to sense is often more onerous than a war.
A book is so soon made, costs so little, and may go so far! Why should we surprised that all human thought flows that way?
For a person's nature,like a rock,can be drilled into by drops of water.For a person's nature,like a rock,can be drilled into by drops of water.For a person's nature,like a rock,can be drilled into by...