When the heart is dry the eye is dry.
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
Loving is half of believing.
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.
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...
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.
Let us never fear robbers or murders. Those are dangerous from without, Teddy dangerous. Let us be ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie withi...
In a little town, there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
This exists. It can be seen. It can be touched. These in pace, these dungeons, these iron hinges, these necklets, that lofty peep-hole on a level with the river's current, that box of stone closed wit...
Oh! if the good hearts had the fat purses, how much better everything would go!
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.
What a grand thing to be loved! What a grander thing still to lovel
England has two books, the Bible and Shakespeare. England made Shakespeare,but the Bible made England.
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Seated on a paving-stone near Enjolras, Courfeyrac continued to jeer at the cannon, and every passage of that sinister cloud of projectiles that is called grapeshot, accompanied by its monstrous din,...
Habit is the nursery of errors.
Everything bows to success even grammar.
Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.