To love is to act.
Анжольрас, стоявший с ружьем в руке на гребне заграждения, поднял свое прекрасное строгое лицо. Анжольрас, как известно, был из породы спартанцев и пуритан. Он умер бы при Фермопилах вместе с Леонидом...
I have a dream my life would be. So different from this hell I'm living. So different now from what it seem. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.*Fantine
Those who live are those who fight.
Architecture has recorded the great ideas of the human race. Not only every religious symbol, but every human thought has its page in that vast book.
To write the poem of the human conscience, were it only of a single man, were it only of the most infamous of men, would be to swallow up all epics in a superior and final epic. The conscience is the...
The poor young man must work for his bread; he eats; when he has eaten, he has nothing left but reverie. He enters God's theater free; he sees the sky, space, the stars, the flowers, the children, the...
Oh! if the good hearts had the fat purses, how much better everything would go!
In a little town, there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think.
Hatred becomes, within a given time, the hatred of society, then the hatred of the human race, then the hatred of creation.
Right is just and true.
Because things are not agreeable, said Jean Valjean, that is no reason for being unjust towards God.
Strong and bitter words indicate a weak cause.
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
There were corpses here and there and pools of blood. I remember seeing a butterfly flutter up and down that street. Summer does not abdicate.
Every man who has in his soul a secret feeling of revolt against any act of the State, of life, or of destiny, is on the verge of riot; and so soon as it appears, he begins to quiver, and to feel hims...
One can resist the invasion of an army but one cannot resist the invasion of ideas.
The drama is complete poetry. The ode and the epic contain it only in germ it contains both of them in a state of high development, and epitomizes both.
Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over, this is recognised: that the human race has been harshly treated, but that it has advanced.
To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul.