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Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
We do not claim that the portrait we are making is the whole truth, only that it is a resemblance.
They are les misérables - the outcasts, the underdogs. And who is to blame? Is it not the most fallen who have most need of charity?
The soul of the just contemplates in sleep a mysterious heaven.
If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.
In love there are no friends everywhere where there is a pretty woman hostility is open.
Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.
Monsieur Bienvenu was simply a man who accepted these mysterious questions...and who had in his soul a deep respect for the mystery which enveloped them.
The sins of women and children, domestic servants and the weak, the poor and the ignorant, are the sins of the husbands and fathers, the masters, the strong and the rich and the educated.
Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are done, we recognize one thing: that the human race has been badly manhandled, but that it has moved forward.
Style is the shape the ideal takes, rhythm, its movement.
Monsieur, innocence is its own crown. Innocence has no truck with highness. It is as august in rags as it is draped in the fleur-de-lis.
What greater flood can there be than the flood of ideas? How quickly they submerge all that they set out to destroy, how rapidly do they create terrifying depths?
Genuflection before the idol or the dollar destroys the muscles which walk and the will that moves.
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.
Not being heard is no reason for silence.
If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness. (Monseigneur Bienvenu in _Les Miserables_)
Night sometimes lends such tragic assistance to catastrophe.
Be happy without picking flaws.
Life's great happiness is to be convinced we are loved.
A man may beg, but a woman has to sell.
The terrible shock of his sentence had in some way broken that wall which separates us from the mystery of things beyond and which we call life.
As for methods of prayer, all are good, as long as they are sincere.
A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is visible labor and there is invisible labor.
Something more terrible than a hell where one suffers may be imagined, and that is a hell where one is bored.
This is the shade of difference: the door of the physician should never be shut, the door of the priest should always be open.
The prosperity of right is that it is always beautiful and pure.
The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.
Revolutions spring not from accident, but from necessity. A revolution is a return from the factitious to the real. It takes place because it must.
There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.
Death belongs only to God. What right have men to lay hands on a thing so unknown?
Right is just and true.
I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.
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.
The senator...was a smart man who had made his way in life with a single-mindedness oblivious to any of those stumbling blocks known as conscience, sworn oaths, justice, duty...
The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state.
Progress is not accomplished in one stage.
Every bird that flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw.
She had spears of straw and grass in her hair, not like Ophelia gone mad through contact with Hamlet's madness, but because she had slept in some stable loft.
Oh! if the good hearts had the fat purses, how much better everything would go!
What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic though passion…if no one loved, the sun would go out.
The goodness of the mother is written in the gaiety of the child.
From a political point of view, there is but one principle, the sovereignty of man over himself. This sovereignty of myself over myself is called Liberty
As for us, we respect the past here and there, and we spare it, above all, provided that it consents to be dead. If it insists on being alive, we attack it, and we try to kill it.
Who has been unhooking the stars without my permission, and putting them on the table in the guise of candles?
True or false, that which is set of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their destinies, as that which they do.
What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul
Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.
It is one of the poignant anxieties of the thinker that he sees the shadow resting on the human soul, and that he gropes in darkness without being able to awaken that slumbering Progress.