He kissed the handkerchief, inhaled its perfume, put it over his heart, against his flesh in the daytime, and at night went to sleep with it on his lips.I feel her whole soul in it! he exclaimed.The h...
He had not yet lived long enough to have discovered that nothing is more close at hand then the impossible, and that what must be looked for is always the unforeseen.
He had no shelter, no bread, no fire, no love; but he was merry because he was free.
He had given Cosette a dress of Binche lace that had come down to him from his own grandmother. These fashions have come round again, he said, old things are all the rage, and the young women of my ol...
He had a small but well stocked library. He loved books; books are a remote but reliable friend.
He doubted everything with an air of superiority--a great power in the eyes of the weak.
He always took his meals alone, with an open book before him, which he read. He had a well-selected little library. He loved books; books are cold but safe friends. In
Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.
Great edifices, like great mountains, are the work of the ages.
Going about one's native land one is inclined to take many things for granted, roads and buildings, roofs, windows and doorways, the walls that shelter strangers, the house one has never entered, tree...
Go on philosophers--teach, enlighten, kindle, think aloud, speak up, run joyfully toward broad daylight, fraternize in the public squares, announce the glad tidings, lavish your alphabets, proclaim hu...
Gentlemen, my father always detested me because I could not understand mathematics. I understand only love and liberty.
Gauvin reprit :-Et la femme? qu'en faites-vous?Cimourdain répondit:-Ce qu'elle est. La servante de l'homme.-Oui. À une condition.-Laquelle?-C'est que l'homme sera le serviteur de la femme.-Y penses-tu...
From a political point of view, there is but a single principle; the sovereignty of man over himself. This sovereignty of myself over myself is called Liberty. Where two or three of these sovereigntie...
Forget not, never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man.... Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying...
For that matter, said Toussaint, it's true. We would be assassinated before we'd have time to say Boo!And then, since Monsieur doesn't sleep in the house. But don't be afraid, mademoiselle, I fasten t...
For love is like a tree; it grows of itself; it send its roots deep into our being, and often continues to grow green over a heart in ruins.
For Marius to arrive at this flourishing condition had required years. Hard years, and difficult ones; those to get through, these to climb. Marius had never given up for a single day. He had undergon...
First problem. To produce wealth. Second problem. To distribute it.
Examine the road over which the fault has passed.- Charles Francios Bienvenu Myriel