Vulgarity is an old Narcissus who adores himself and applauds the common vulgarity.
Want de liefde is als een boom, die vanzelf groeit, zijn wortels diep uit doet lopen in heel ons wezen en die blijft uitlopen ook als het hart verbrijzeld is.
War has frightful beauties which we have not concealed; it has also, we acknowledge, some hideous features. One of the most surprising is the prompt stripping of the bodies of the dead after the victo...
Was it possible that Napoleon should have won that battle? We answer No. Why? Because of Wellington? Because of Blucher? No. Because of God.
Waterloo is the hinge of the nineteenth century. The disappearance of the great man was necessary to the advent of the great century. Some one, a person to whom one replies not, took the responsibilit...
We are in the hands of those gods, those monsters, those giants: our thoughts.
We live in a sad society. Succeed--that is the advice which falls drop by drop from the overhanging corruption. In passing, we might say that success is a hideous thing. Its false similarity to merit...
We must be brief.
We only love the fray so long as there is danger, and in any case, the combatants of the first hour have alone the right to be the exterminators of the last. He who has not been a stubborn accuser in...
We say and exclaim within ourselves without breaking silence, in a tumult where everything speaks except our mouths. The realities of the soul are none the less real for being invisible and impalpable...
We say and exclaim within ourselves without breaking silence, in a tumult wherein everything speaks except our mouth. The realities of the soul are none the less real for being invisible and impalpabl...
Well, said he, what are you thinking of? I am thinking, said I, that I shall be past thinking, this evening. Oh, that’s it, returned he. Come, come, you are too sad. Mr. Castaing conversed on the day...
What a grand thing it is to be loved! What a far grander thing it is to love! The heart becomes heroic, by dint of passion.
What a pity! said Combeferre. What hideous things these butcheries are! Come, when there are no more kings, there will be no more war. Enjolras, you are taking aim at that sergeant, you are not lookin...
What a transfiguration it is to love! And the little shrieks, the pursuits in the grass, the waists encircled by stealth, the jargon that is melody, the adoration that breaks through in the way a syll...
What are the convulsions of a city in comparison with the insurrections of the soul? Man is a depth still greater than the people.
What dangers you run, O noble souls! Often, you give your heart, but we take only your body. Your heart is left to you and you look at it in the shadows and shudder.
What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.
What is called honors and dignities, and even honor and dignity, is generally fool's gold.
What is the cat? he exclaimed. It is a corrective. The good God, having made the mouse, said: 'Hullo! I have committed a blunder.' And so he made the cat. The cat is the erratum of the mouse. The mous...
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