To commit the least possible sin is the law for man. To live without sin is the dream of an angel. Everything terrestrial is subject to sin. Sin is a gravitation.
She was a lovely blonde, with fine teeth. She had gold and pearls for her dowry; but her gold was on her head, and her pearls were in her mouth.
Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age. Victor
The real, native South Seas food is lousy. You can't eat it.
My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic. Victor
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. Victor
To meditate is to labour; to think is to act.
I refuse the oration of all churches. I ask a prayer of all souls. I believe in God.
Close by the Rights of Man, at the least set beside them, are the Rights of the Spirit.
An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.
The future has many names: For the weak, it means the unattainable. For the fearful, it means the unknown. For the courageous, it means opportunity.
Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black scarf, then the great heavy child's shoes Cosette could still almost have worn, so small was her foot, then the vest of very thich fustian, then the knitted petticoat, the
The delight we inspire in others has this enchanting peculiarity that, far from being diminished like every other reflection, it returns to us more radiant than ever.
One of the hardest labours of the just man is to expunge from his soul a malevolence which it is difficult to efface.
From the oyster to the eagle, from the swine to the tiger, all animals are to be found in men and each of them exists in some man, sometimes several at the time. Animals are nothing but the portrayal of our virtues and vices made manifest to our eyes, the visible reflections of our souls. God displa
The realities of life do not allow themselves to be forgotten.
Life is a flower of which love is honey.
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace.
Without at all invalidating what we have just said, we believe that a perpetual remembrance of the tomb is proper for the living. On this point, the priest and the philosopher agree: We must die.
It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in possession of the false aim of life, happiness, we forget the true aim, duty!
In Shakespeare the birds sing, the bushes are clothed with green, hearts love, souls suffer, the cloud wanders, it is hot, it is cold, night falls, time passes, forests and multitudes speak, the vast eternal dream hovers over all. Sap and blood, all forms of the multiple reality, actions and ideas,
Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it.
He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.
There are no rules, no models; rather, there are no rules other than the general laws of Nature.
A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil. Victor
No matter who you are, the thought of so much suffering and degradation must cause you to shudder at the sight of a veil or cassock, those two shrouds of human invention.
He had slipped, climbed, rolled, searched, walked, persevered, that is all. Such is the secret of all triumphs.
The brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over we realize this: that the human race has been roughly handled, but that it has advanced.
The convent is supreme egotism resulting in supreme self-denial.
To introduce a new play only six weeks after another has been banned is also a way to speak one's piece to the government. It proves that art and liberty can grow back in one night under the clumsy foot which crushes them.