I didn't believe it could be so monstrous. It's wrong to be so absorbed in divine law as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what right do men tough that unknown thing?
Humanity is identity. All men are made of the same clay. No difference, here below at least, in predestination. The same darkness before, the same flesh during, the same ashes after. But when ignoranc...
How do we know that the creation of worlds is not determined by the fall of grains of sand? Who knows the reciprocal ebb and flow of the infinitely great and the infinitely little, the reverberations...
His mind could do without faith, but his heart could not do without friendship.
He who despairs is wrong. Progress infallibly awakens, and, in short, we might say that it advances even in sleep, for it has grown.
Good thoughts have their abysses as well as evil ones.
God is behind everything, but everything hides God. Things are black, creatures are opaque. To love a being is to render that being transparent.
Geometry is deceptive; the hurricane alone is trustworthy.
Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he remained in a sitting posture, a long thread of blood streaked his face, he raised both arms in the air, glanced in the direction whence the shot had come, a...
Every one has noticed the taste which cats have for pausing and lounging between the two leaves of a half-shut door. Who is there who has not said to a cat, Do come in!
Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with the one is wounded with the other.
Each region of Paris is celebrated for the interesting treasures which are to be found there. There are ear-wigs in the timber-yards of the Ursulines, there are millepeds in the Pantheon, there are ta...
Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in all things write the word finis in time; we must restrain ourselves, when it becomes urgent, draw the bolt on the...
Duša se ne predaje očaju pre nego iscrpe sve obmane
Does not this comprehend all, in fact? and what is there left to desire beyond it? A little garden in which to walk, and immensity in which to dream. At
Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' answered the gipsy; 'it is to be brother and sister, two souls which meet without mingling, two fingers of one hand.' 'And love?' continued Gringoire....
Do not ask the name of the person who asks you for a bed for the night. He whose name is a burden to him needs shelter more than anyone.
Did I exist before my birth? No. Shall I exist after death? No. What am I? A little dust collected in an organism. What am I to do on this earth? The choice rests with me: suffer or enjoy. Whither wil...
By continually going out for reverie, a day comes when you go out to drown yourself.
Because things are unpleasant, said Jean Valjean, that is no reason for being unjust toward God.