The sincerity of foulness pleases us, and rests the soul. When one has passed one's time in enduring upon earth the spectacle of the great airs which reasons of state, the oath, political sagacity, hu...
The pupil dilates in the night, and at last finds day in it, even as the soul dilates in misfortune, and at last finds God in it.
The life of the cenobite is a human problem. When we speak of convents, those seats of error but innocence, of mistaken views but good intentions, of ignorance but devotion, of torment but martyrdom,...
The ideal is nothing but the culminating point of logic, the same as the beautiful is nothing but the summit of the true. Artistic peoples are also consistent peoples. To love beauty is to see the lig...
The holy law of Jesus Christ governs our civilisation, but it does not yet permeate it.
The history of men is reflected in the history of sewers.
The episcopal palace was a huge and beautiful house, built of stone at the beginning of the last century by M. Henri Puget, Doctor of Theology of the Faculty of Paris, Abbe of Simore, who had been Bis...
The child entered the hut.The old man followed him with his eyes, and added, as though speaking to himself: - I shall die while he sleeps. The two slumbers may be good neighbors.
The aim to which I have aspired for so many years, my nightly dream, the object of my prayers in heaven, Security- I have gained it. It is God's will. I must do nothing contrary to the will of God. An...
Svarbiausia, neišsigimk į žmogų.
Sometimes, beautiful as Cosette was, Marius shut his eyes in her presence. The best way to look at the soul is through closed eyes.
Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. ‘The Spirit is a garden,’ said he
Sometimes he dug in his garden; again, he read or wrote. He had but one word for both these kinds of toil; he called them gardening. The mind is a garden, said he.
So long as you go and come in your native land, you imagine that those streets are a matter of indifference to you; that those windows, those roofs, and those doors are nothing to you; that those wall...
Sleep comes more easily than it returns.
Proper distribution does not imply an equal share but an equitable share. Equity is the essence of equality.
Particularly at those moments when we have the sorest need of grasping the sharp realities of life do the threads of thought snap off in the brain.
Old men need affection as they need the sun.
Often the losing of a battle leads to the winning of progress. Less glory but greater liberty: the drum is silent and the voices of reason can be heard.
Now, one cannot read nonsense with impunity.