Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal. Victor Hug
You say, "Where goest Thou?" I cannot tell, And still go on. But if the way be straight I cannot go amiss: before me lies Dawn and the day: the night behind me: that Suffices me: I break the bounds: I see, And nothing more; believe and nothing less. My future is not one of my concerns.
Strong and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a stepmother, is sometimes a mother; privation gives birth to power of soul and mind; distress is the nurse of self-respect; misfortune is a good breast for great souls.
The supreme ordeal, let us say rather, the only ordeal, is the loss of the beloved being.
Nothing else in the world... not all the armies... is so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.
To love beauty is to see light.
Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence.
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.
I repeat, whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all.
The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.
He left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger rather than cause her pain. He had kept all the pain for himself.
We are for religion against the religions.
The soul in the darkness sins, but the real sinner is he who caused the darkness.
The true artist can only labor con amore.
Progress is not accomplished in one stage.
The animal is ignorant of the fact that he knows. The man is aware of the fact that he is ignorant.
It is an unpleasant thing to go to bed without supper, it is a still less pleasant thing not to sup and not to know where one is to sleep.
...The girls chirped and chatted like uncaged warblers. They were delirious with joy... Intoxications of lifeâ€™s morning! Enchanted years! The wing of a dragonfly trembles! Oh, reader, whoever you may be, do you have such memories? Have you walked in the underbrush, pushing aside branches for the c
God made the water but men made the wine.
Ah! There you are! he exclaimed, looking at Jean Valjean. I'm so glad to see you. Well, but how is this? I gave you the candlesticks too, which are of silver like the rest, and for which you can certainly get two hundred francs. Why did you not carry them away with your forks and spoons?
Revolutions are not born of chance but of necessity.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. 1
If nobody loved, the sun would go out.
What says the law? You will not kill. How does it say it? By killing!
The onward march of the human race requires that the heights around it constantly blaze with noble lessons of courage. Deeds of daring dazzle history and form one of man's guiding lights.
God knows better than we do what we need.
It is by suffering that human beings become angels.
The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage; they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human.
A woman's best qualities are harmful if undiluted with prudence.