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I Exist," Murmurs Someone Whose Name Is Everyone. "i'm Young And In Love; I Am Old And I Want Rest; I Work, I Prosper, I Do Good Business, I Have Houses To Rent, Money In State Securities; I Am Happy, I Have Wife And Children; I Like All These Things And I Want To Go On Living, So Leave Me Alone."... There Are Moments When All This Casts A Deep Chill On The Large-minded Pioneers Of The Human Race.

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I Exist," Murmurs Someone Whose Name Is Everyone. "i'm Young And In Love; I Am Old And I Want Rest; I Work, I Prosper, I Do Good Business, I Have Houses To Rent, Money In State Securities; I Am Happy, I Have Wife And Children; I Like All These Things And I Want To Go On Living, So Leave Me Alone."... There Are Moments When All This Casts A Deep Chill On The Large-minded Pioneers Of The Human Race.

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The Most Ferocious Animals Are Disarmed By Caresses To Their Young.

Life Is A Flower Of Which Love Is Honey.

Intelligence Is The Wife, Imagination Is The Mistress, Memory Is The Servant.

He Who Opens A School Door, Closes A Prison.

The Merciful Precepts Of Christ Will At Last Suffuse The Code And It Will Glow With Their Radiance. Crime Will Be Considered An Illness With Its Own Doctors To Replace Your Judges And Its Hospitals To Replace Your Prisons. Liberty Shall Be Equated With Health. Ointments And Oil Shall Be Applied To Limbs That Were Once Shackled And Branded. Infirmities That Once Were Scourged With Anger Shall Now Be Bathed With Love. The Cross In Place Of The Gallows: Sublime And Yet So Simple.

In The Domain Of Art There Is No Light Without Heat.

When, Like An Emir Of Tyrannic Power, Sirius Appears, And On The Horizon Black Bids Countless Stars Pursue Their Mighty Track.

The Ox Suffers, The Cart Complains.

Sublime Upon Sublime Scarcely Presents A Contrast, And We Need A Little Rest From Everything, Even The Beautiful.

There Are No Trifles In The Human Story, No Trifling Leaves On The Tree.

O Youth! Thou Often Tearest Thy Wings Against The Thorns Of Voluptuousness.

A Man Trying To Escape Never Thinks Himself Sufficiently Concealed.

I Put A Phrygian Cap On The Old Dictionary.

Life Is A Theatre Set In Which There Are But Few Practicable Entrances.

I Have Examined The Death Penalty Under Each Of Its Two Aspects: As A Direct Action, And As An Indirect One. What Does It Come Down To? Nothing But Something Horrible And Useless, Nothing But A Way Of Shedding Blood That Is Called A Crime When An Individual Commits It, But Is Sadly Called "justice" When Society Brings It About. Make No Mistake, You Lawmakers And Judges, In The Eyes Of God As In Those Of Conscience, What Is A Crime When Individuals Do It Is No Less An Offense When Society Commits The Deed.

The Wise Man Is He Who Knows When And How To Stop

A Few Feet Under The Ground Reigns So Profound A Silence, And Yet So Much Tumult On The Surface!

We See Past Time In A Telescope And Present Time In A Microscope. Hence The Apparent Enormities Of The Present.

In Saying No To Progress, It Is Not The Future Which They Condemn, But Themselves. They Give Themselves A Melancholy Disease; They Inoculate Themselves With The Past. There Is But One Way Of Refusing Tomorrow, That Is To Die.

You Can Give Without Loving, But You Can Never Love Without Giving. The Great Acts Of Love Are Done By Those Who Are Habitually Performing Small Acts Of Kindness. We Pardon To The Extent That We Love. Love Is Knowing That Even When You Are Alone, You Will Never Be Lonely Again. & Great Happiness Of Life Is The Conviction That We Are Loved. Loved For Ourselves. & Even Loved In Spite Of Ourselves.

M. Myriel Had To Undergo The Fate Of Every Newcomer In A Little Town, Where There Are Many Mouths Which Talk, And Very Few Heads Which Think.

The Most Beautiful Of Altars, He Said, Is The Soul Of An Unhappy Creature Consoled And Thankfing God.

Change Your Opinions, Keep To Your Principles; Change Your Leaves, Keep Intact Your Roots.

As We Have Explained, In First Love The Soul Is Taken Long Before The Body; Later The Body Is Taken Long Before The Soul; Sometimes The Soul Is Not Taken At All.

France Is Great Because She Is France.

A Library Implies An Act Of Faith.

The Clouds, - The Only Birds That Never Sleep.

On This Point, The Priest And The Philosopher Agree: We Must Die.

Wherever The Turkish Hoof Trods, No Grass Grows.

Genius: The Superhuman In Man.

Do Not Ask The Name Of The Person Who Seeks A Bed For The Night. He Who Is Reluctant To Give His Name Is The One Who Most Needs Shelter.

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?

So Your Desire Is To Do Nothing? Well, You Shall Not Have A Week, A Day, An Hour, Free From Oppression. You Shall Not Be Able To Lift Anything Without Agony. Every Passing Minute Will Make Your Muscles Crack. What Is Feather To Others Will Be A Rock To You. The Simplest Things Will Become Difficult. Life Will Become Monstrous About You. To Come, To Go, To Breathe, Will Be So Many Terrible Tasks For You. Your Lungs Will Feel Like A Hundred-pound Weight.

All The Human And Animal Manure Which The World Wastes, If Returned To The Land, Instead Of Being Thrown Into The Sea, Would Suffice To Nourish The World.

The Omnipotence Of Evil Has Never Resulted In Anything But Fruitless Efforts. Our Thoughts Always Escape From Whoever Tries To Smother Them.

The Poetic Element Lying Hidden In Most Women Is The Source Of Their Magnetic Attraction.

Men Hate Those To Whom They Have To Lie.

Scepticism, That Dry Caries Of The Intelligence.

To Put Everything In Balance Is Good, To Put Everything In Harmony Is Better.

Caution Is The Eldest Child Of Wisdom.

France Lost A Great Novel Last Night.

First Problem. To Produce Wealth. Second Problem. To Distribute It.

I'd Like A Drink. I Desire To Forget Life. Life Is A Hideous Invention By Somebody I Don't Know. It Doesn't Last, And It's Good For Nothing. You Break Your Neck Simply Living.

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.

Religions Do A Useful Thing: They Narrow God To The Limits Of Man. Philosophy Replies By Doing A Necessary Thing: It Elevates Man To The Plane Of God.

The Left-handed Are Precious; They Take Places Which Are Inconvenient For The Rest.

I Have Been Loving You A Little More Every Minute Since This Morning.

Mothers Arms Are Made Of Tenderness, And Sweet Sleep Blesses The Child Who Lies Therein.

The Women Laughed And Wept; The Crowd Stamped Their Feet Enthusiastically, For At That Moment Quasimodo Was Really Beautiful. He Was Handsome — This Orphan, This Foundling, This Outcast.

History Has Its Truth; And So Has Legend Hers.

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She Was Sad With An Obscure Sadness Of Which She Had Not The Secret Herself. There Was In Her Whole Person The Stupor Of A Life Ended But Never Commenced.

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The Cruel Of Heart Have Their Own Black Happiness.

The Ideal And The Beautiful Are Identical; The Ideal Corresponds To The Idea, And Beauty To Form; Hence Idea And Substance Are Cognate.

I Refuse The Oration Of All Churches. I Ask A Prayer Of All Souls. I Believe In God.

I Represent A Party Which Does Not Yet Exist: The Party Revolution-civilization. This Party Will Make The Twentieth Century. There Will Issue From It First The United States Of Europe, Then The United States Of The World.

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If I Were Jesus Christ, I Would Save Judas.

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If Suffer We Must, Let's Suffer On The Heights.

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Promise To Give Me A Kiss On My Brow When I Am Dead.--i Shall Feel It.

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God Blesses Man, Not For Having Found But For Having Sought.

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We Are All Under Sentence Of Death, But With A Sort Of Indefinite Reprieve.

The First Symptom Of True Love In A Man Is Timidity, In A Young Woman, Boldness. This Is Surprising, And Yet Nothing Is More Simple. It Is The Two Sexes Tending To Approach Each Other And Assuming Each The Other's Qualities.

The Word Is The Verb, And The Verb Is God.

Nothing Is More True, More Real, Than The Primeval Magnetic Disturbances That Two Souls May Communicate To One Another, Through The Tiny Sparks Of A Moment's Glance.

Every Blade Has Two Edges; He Who Wounds With One Wounds Himself With The Other.

Superstition, Bigotry And Prejudice, Ghosts Though They Are, Cling Tenaciously To Life; They Are Shades Armed With Tooth And Claw. They Must Be Grappled With Unceasingly, For It Is A Fateful Part Of Human Destiny That It Is Condemned To Wage Perpetual War Against Ghosts. A Shade Is Not Easily Taken By The Throat And Destroyed.

If The Infinite Had No Me, Then Me Would Be Its Limit. It Would Not Be The Infinite, Therefore It Would Not Be.

Do You Hear The People Sing Lost In The Valley Of The Night? It Is The Music Of A People Who Are Climbing To The Light. For The Wretched Of The Earth There Is A Flame That Never Dies. Even The Darkest Night Will End And The Sun Will Rise.

We Are For Religion Against The Religions.

Creation Lives, Grows, And Multiplies; Man Is But A Witness.

Don't Educate Your Children To Be Rich. Educate Them To Be Happy, So They Know The Value Of Things, Not The Price.

Thought Is The Work Of The Intellect, Reverie Is Its Self-indulgence. To Substitute Day-dreaming For Thought Is To Confuse A Poison With A Source Of Nourishment.

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What Is The Cat?" He Exclaimed. "it Is A Corrective. God, Having Made The Mouse, Said, 'i've Made A Blunder.' And He Made The Cat. The Cat Is The Erratum Of The Mouse. The Mouse, Plus The Cat, Is The Revised And Corrected Proof Of Creation.

In My Old Age There Is A Coming Into Flower. My Body Wanes; My Mind Waxes.

How Frightened Hypocrisy Hastens To Defend Itself.

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Social Prosperity Means Man Happy, The Citizen Free, The Nation Great.

To Think Is Of Itself To Be Useful; It Is Always And In All Cases A Striving Toward God.

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This Book Should Be Read As One Would Read The Book Of A Dead Man.

When Liberty Returns, I Will Return.

One Only Needs To See A Smile In A White Crape Bonnet In Order To Enter The Palace Of Dreams.

If A Writer Wrote Merely For His Time, I Would Have To Break My Pen And Throw It Away.

He Never Went Out Without A Book Under His Arm, And He Often Came Back With Two.

Symmetry Is Ennui, And Ennui Is The Very Essence Of Grief And Melancholy. Despair Yawns.

Everything Being A Constant Carnival, There Is No Carnival Left.

To Know How To Distinguish The Agitation Arising From Covetousness, From The Agitation Arising From Principles, To Fight The One And Aid The Other, In This Lies The Genius And The Power Of Great Revolutionary Leaders.

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Revery, Which Is Thought In Its Nebulous State, Borders Closely Upon The Land Of Sleep, By Which It Is Bounded As By A Natural Frontier.

The Straight Line, A Respectable Optical Illusion Which Ruins Many A Man.

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Our Life Dreams The Utopia. Our Death Achieves The Ideal.

Paris Is A Sum Total. Paris Is The Ceiling Of The Human Race. All This Prodigious City Is An Epitome Of Dead And Living Manners And Customs. He Who Sees Paris, Seems To See All History Through With The Sky And Constellations In The Intervals.

To Be A Saint Is The Exception; To Be A Just Person Is The Rule. Err, Stumble, Commit Sin, But Be One Of The Just.

The Human Soul Has Still Greater Need Of The Ideal Than Of The Real. It Is By The Real That We Exist; It Is By The Ideal That We Live.

By Making Himself A Priest Made Himself A Demon.

Daring Is The Price Of Progress. All Splendid Conquests Are The Prize Of Boldness, More Or Less.

Revolution Is The Larva Of Civilization.

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A Library Implies An Act Of Faith Which Generations, Still In Darkness Hid, Sign In Their Night In Witness Of The Dawn.

Often The Losing Of A Battle Leads To The Winning Of Progress. Less Glory But Greater Liberty: The Drum Is Silent And The Voices Of Reason Can Be Heard.

Close By The Rights Of Man, At The Least Set Beside Them, Are The Rights Of The Spirit.

God Secludes Himself; But The Thinker Listens At The Door.

The Repose Of Darkness Is Deeper On The Water Than On The Land.

I Am A Soul. I Know Well That What I Shall Render Up To The Grave Is Not Myself. That Which Is Myself Will Go Elsewhere. Earth, Thou Art Not My Abyss!

If I Speak, I Am Condemned. If I Stay Silent, I Am Damned!

Those Who Always Pray Are Necessary To Those Who Never Pray.

When Dictatorship Is A Fact, Revolution Becomes A Right.

When The Heart Is Dry The Eye Is Dry.

A Phenomenon Often Seen. A Sceptic Adhering To A Believer; That Is As Simple As The Law Of The Complementary Colours. What We Lack Attracts Us. Nobody Loves The Light Like The Blind Man.

Society Is A Republic. When An Individual Tries To Lift Themselves Above Others, They Are Dragged Down By The Mass, Either By Ridicule Or Slander.

When Love Has Fused And Mingled Two Beings In A Sacred And Angelic Unity, The Secret Of Life Has Been Discovered So Far As They Are Concerned; They Are No Longer Anything More Than The Two Boundaries Of The Same Destiny; They Are No Longer Anything But The Two Wings Of The Same Spirit. Love, Soar.

Prayer Is An August Avowal Of Ignorance.

...it All Seemed To Him To Have Disappeared As If Behind A Curtain At A Theater. There Are Such Curtains That Drop In Life. God Is Moving On To The Next Act.

A Benevolent Malefactor, Merciful, Gentle, Helpful, Clement, A Convict, Returning Good For Evil, Giving Back Pardon For Hatred, Preferring Pity To Vengeance, Preferring To Ruin Himself Rather Than To Ruin His Enemy, Saving Him Who Had Smitten Him, Kneeling On The Heights Of Virtue, More Nearly Akin To An Angel Than To A Man. Javert Was Constrained To Admit To Himself That This Monster Existed. Things Could Not Go On In This Manner.

Is There Not In Every Human Soul A Primitive Spark, A Divine Element, Incorruptible In This World And Immortal In The Next, Which Can Be Developed By Goodness, Kindled, Lit Up, And Made To Radiate, And Which Evil Can Never Entirely Extinguish.

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Memory Is A Gulf That A Word Can Move To Its Lowest Depths.

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A Mother's Arms Are Made Of Tenderness And Children Sleep Soundly In Them.

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Night And The Day, When United, Bring Forth The Beautiful Light.

Reaction - A Boat Which Is Going Against The Current But Which Does Not Prevent The River From Flowing On.

The Sadness Which Reigned Everywhere Was But An Excuse For Unfailing Kindness.

The Malicious Have A Dark Happiness.

An Intelligent Hell Would Be Better Than A Stupid Paradise.

Youth Is The Future Smiling At A Stranger, Which Is Itself.

Nature Is Pitiless; She Never Withdraws Her Flowers, Her Music, Her Fragrance, And Her Sunlight From Before Human Cruelty Or Suffering.

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Phenomena Intersect; To See But One Is To See Nothing.

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By Putting Forward The Hands Of The Clock You Shall Not Advance The Hour.

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"animals Are Happy," Said The Queen. "they Run No Risk Of Going To Hell." "they Are There Already," Replied Josiana.

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Sire, You Are Looking At A Plain Man, And I Am Looking At A Great Man. Each Of Us May Benefit.

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A Shadow Is Hard To Seize By The Throat And Dash To The Ground.

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There Are Many Tongues To Talk, And But Few Heads To Think.

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Where The Telescope Ends The Microscope Begins, And Which Has The Wider Vision?

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