Victor Hugo was born as a son of a General; because his father was permanently away he was bred chiefly by his mother. At ...
erature.In a famous "Préface" he was busy with the turbulent world of Shakespeare und the spiritualism. In "Les Travailleu...
“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”“What Is Love? I have met in the ...
“Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.”“To...
o him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:--"And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe...
nd there is invisible labor.”“The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is un...
heir ecstasies, their chimeras, their despondencies, how they had adored each other from afar, how they had longed for eac...
“Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin....
“Let us say in passing, to be blind and to be loved, is in fact--on this earth where nothing is complete--one of the most ...
“What is said about men often has as much influence upon their lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do...
he three problems of the century - the degradation of man by the exploitation of his labour, the ruin of women by starvati...
“The beautiful is as useful as the useful." He added after a moment’s silence, "Perhaps more so”“Life is the flower for wh...
thought, disseminated and indivisible dissolving all, that geometric point, the self; redsom into God; entangling from the...
“...Can human nature be so entirely transformed inside and out? Can man, created by God, be made wicked by man? Can a soul...
an, should be so loved by this innocent being”“It is not easy to keep silent when silence is a lie.”“The soul helps the bo...
“It is from books that wise people derive consolation in the troubles of life”“Should we continue to look upwards? Is the ...
aiden bride and wearing the reflection of the human felicity on their divinecountenances. If at that supreme hour, the wed...
“Certainly we talk to ourselves; there is no thinking being who has not experienced that. One could even say that the word...
“Not seeing people permits us to imagine them with every perfection.”“Morality is truth in full bloom.”“England has two bo...
“Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.”“Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.”“If a writer wro...
y some kick in the darkness, to feel a heel gouging your eyes out of their sockets, raging at the horseshoe between your t...
be useless. Preface of Les Miserables”“A little girl without a doll is almost as unhappy, and quite as impossible,as a wom...
“To love beauty is to see light.”“Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions”“The sadness which reigned every...
all my looks will be for you!”“When a man is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind.”“Is there an infin...
“The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beauti...
on the horizon of the despairing, darkened spirit; a star gleaming in our inward night.”“To die is nothing; but it is terr...
“The delight we inspire in others has this enchanting peculiarity that, far from being diminished like every other reflect...
the fearful cup that appeared before him, streaming with shadow and runningover with darkness, in the star-filled depths.”...
d not gone beyond touching Cosette’s hand, or her scarf, or her curls, withhis lips. Cosette was to him a perfume, not a w...
n this face, which revealed what might be called all the evil of good. (pg. 291)”“A man without a woman is like a pistol w...
“a compliment is like a kiss through a veil.”“Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they e...
in the final judgment of the nations. Babylon violated diminishes Alexander; Rome enslaved diminishes Caesar; massacred Je...
“A cannonball travels only two thousand miles an hour; light travels two hundred thousand miles a second. Such is the supe...
irumstances. He said, Let me see how the fault arose.”“He was at his own request and through his own complicity driven out...
“...The girls chirped and chatted like uncaged warblers. They were delirious with joy... Intoxications of life’s morning! ...
“It so happens that this is particular love was precisely the sort best suited to the state of her soul. It was a sort of ...
pportunity half-open in front of them, there are men who have a similar tendency to remain undecided between two solutions...
atheists; it is with them only a question of definition, and in any case, if they do not believe in God, being great minds...
lyric. ”“If they had had a different neighbour, one less self-absorbed and more concerned for others, a man of normal, cha...
nd the horizon the deafening circle of its oscillations.Nevertheless, this sea of harmony is not a chaos; great and profou...
“The barber in his shop, warmed by a good stove, was shaving a customer and casting from time to time a look towards this ...
“While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. W...
“His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not ones own.”“What was he d...
“Certain forms are torn down, and it is well that they should be, but on condition that they are followed by reconstructio...
“The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.”“For with love there is no middle course: it destr...
“If you are leaving that sorrowful place with hate and anger against men, you are worthy of compassion; if you leave it wi...
“To lie a little is not possible: he who lies, lies the whole lie.”“Nothing is more dangerous than to stop working. It is ...
“Cest une étrange prétention des hommes de vouloir que lamour conduise quelque part”“Quant au mode de prier, peu importe l...
but restricted like ourselves. What we call the ugly, on the contrary, is adetail of a great whole which eludes us, and wh...
“Reality in strong doses frightens.”“To love or have loved is all-sufficing. We must not ask for more. No otherpearl is to...
“That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.”“He said to...
Grantaire was on his feet.The immense glare of the whole combat he had missed and in which he had not been, appeared in th...
“Le mot tantôt comme un passant mystérieux de lâme, tantot comme un polype noir de locéan pensê.”“His tavern sign bore wit...
“Youth is the future smiling at a stranger, which is itself.”“Kata-kata keras dan pedas menunjukkan alasan yang lemah.”“I ...
nd make them stand out, more jagged than a sharks jaw, upon the copper-coloured sky of evening. Now compare the two.”“He w...
“If you ask the great city, ‘Who is this person?,’ she will answer, ‘He is my child.”“Be it true or false, what is said ab...
Though he feels it bend, yet he sings his song,Knowing that he has wings.”“The conflict between right and fact has endured...
d, say you. Yes! I am informed against! yes! I am pursued! yes! I am hunted! By whom? by myself. It is I myself who bar th...
to others will be a rock to you. The simplest things will become difficult. Life will become monstrous about you. To come,...
Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselv...
cted, is still self-sacrifice. To assume as duty a strict error has its peculiar grandeur.“History has its truth, and so h...
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  1. 1. Victor Hugo was born as a son of a General; because his father was permanently away he was bred chiefly by his mother. At the age of 13 he already wrote first poems and at the age of 17 he founded a critical literary magazine for which he contributed the most articles. Victor Hugo lost an importantparent person when his mother died in 1821.Victor Hugo got married at the age of 20 and published his first poem volume one year later. With the fantastic novel "Han dIslande" the public became aware of Hugo for the first time. He was involved in the literary group "Cénacle" und became their speaker.Though Victor Hugo grew up in royal surroundings, his next poem "Les Orientales" revealed a byroneske sympathy for the Greek patriots and for the republic.In 1827 he performed "Marion de Lorme", but the play fall victim to the censorship. Hugo reacted to this failure with "Hernani" - came out in 1830; in which verses he praised a young outlaw - and produced with it a romantic movement and Hugo became a symbol for the romantic young generation.Just only 29 years old Victor Hugo wrote his most popular novel "Notre Dame de Paris - The Hunckback of Notre Dame", which once more moved a social outsider into the hub of the happening. Victor Hugo achieved with thisnovel to success and glory.His later life was influenced by difficult political circumstances and family bad blows (his married daughter drowned in 1843).When the revolution broke out in 1848, Victor Hugo couldnt decide on for one of both sides. He was a friend of Louis-Philippe and as a representative of Paris he supported Louis-Napoléon. But with the coup of 1851 he showedhis true color and expressed his displeasure with protests. Victor Hugo had to flee. He fled to Brussels first and then went on to Jersey.Victor Hugo stood nearly twenty years in exile, but there - and later in Guernsey - he produced some of his best works, for example the marvelous poem "Les Châtimes", his colorful "Légende des Siècles" and the novel "Les Misérables", in which he narrates of Paris of his youth.With the last-mentioned he erected a monument to himself in the world of lit
  2. 2. erature.In a famous "Préface" he was busy with the turbulent world of Shakespeare und the spiritualism. In "Les Travailleurs de la Mer", which is set in Guernsey, and "LHomme que rit", which is set in England of the 17th century, he digested his new environment.His beloved wife died in 1868. A common return to France wasnt possible.When the republic was proclaimed in 1878 Victor Hugo returned to Paris. In the same year he suffered a stroke, seven years later he died.His work was a typical product of the 19th century - full with noble aims and of a gigantic dimensions.---Extract from his works:Poems: Odes et ballades (1826), Les Orientales (1829), Les feuilles dautomne (1831), Les chants du crépuscule (1835), Les voix intérieures (1837), Lesrayons et les ombres (1840), Les contemplations (1856), Les chansons des rues et des bois (1865), Lannée terrible (1871), Lart dêtre grand-père (1877), Les quatre vents de lesprit (1881).Poetry: Les châtiments (1853) La légende des siècles (1859,1876,1883)Theater: Cromwell (1827), Hernani (1830), Ruy Blas (1838), Les Burgraves(1849).Novels: Notre-Dame de Paris (1831), Les misérables (1862), Les travailleursde la mer (1866), Quatre-vingt-treize (1874). ---------------------------
  3. 3. “Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”“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”“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.”“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. God is awake.”“The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it hascome to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this waythat love begins, and in this way only.”“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved --loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.”“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”
  4. 4. “Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.”“To love another person is to see the face of God.”“To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.”“People do not lack strength, they lack will.”“To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.”“It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.”“No army can withstand the strength of an idea whose time has come.”“Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.”“Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it."She dropped her head again on Marius knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said t
  5. 5. o him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:--"And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.”“Imagination is intelligence with an erection.”“Not being heard is no reason for silence.”“Nothing makes a man so adventurous as an empty pocket.”“He who opens a school door, closes a prison.”“He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.”“You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.”“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.”“A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is visible labor a
  6. 6. nd there is invisible labor.”“The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal.”“If I speak, I am condemned.If I stay silent, I am damned!”“An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.”“He fell to the seat, she by his side. There were no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that the birds sing, that the snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawns whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills?One kiss, and that was all.Both trembled, and they looked at each other in the darkness with brilliant eyes.They felt neither the cool night, nor the cold stone, nor the damp ground, nor the wet grass; they looked at each other, and their hearts were full of thought. They had clasped hands, without knowing it.She did not ask him; did not even think where and how he had managed to getinto the garden. It seemed so natural to her that he should be there.From time to time Marius’ knee touched Cosette’s. A touch that thrilled.At times, Cosette faltered out a word. Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.Gradually, they began to talk. Overflow succeeded to silence, which is fullness. The night was serene and glorious above their heads. These two beings,pure as spirits, told each other everything, their dreams, their frenzies, t
  7. 7. heir ecstasies, their chimeras, their despondencies, how they had adored each other from afar, how they had longed for each other, their despair when they had ceased to see each other. They had confided to each other in an intimacy of the ideal, which already, nothing could have increased, all that wasmost hidden and most mysterious in themselves. They told each other, with acandid faith in their illusions, all that love, youth and the remnant of childhood that was theirs, brought to mind. These two hearts poured themselvesout to each other, so that at the end of an hour, it was the young man who had the young girl’s soul and the young girl who had the soul of the young man. They interpenetrated, they enchanted, they dazzled each other.When they had finished, when they had told each other everything, she laidher head on his shoulder, and asked him: "What is your name?"My name is Marius," he said. "And yours?"My name is Cosette.”“Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.”“Those who do not weep, do not see.”“Teach the ignorant as much as you can; society is culpable in not providinga free education for all and it must answer for the night which it produces.If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”“Before him he saw two roads, both equally straight; but he did see two; and that terrified him--he who had never in his life known anything but one straight line. And, bitter anguish, these two roads were contradictory.”
  8. 8. “Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder it is, the more tenacious it is. It is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.”“Do you hear the people singLost in the valley of the night?It is the music of a peopleWho are climbing to the light.For the wretched of the earthThere is a flame that never dies.Even the darkest night will endAnd the sun will rise.”“You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.”“...Nobody knows like a woman how to say things that are both sweet and profound. Sweetness and depth, this is all of woman; this is Heaven.”“There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom.”“To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.”“Lifes great happiness is to be convinced we are loved.”“What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!”
  9. 9. “Let us say in passing, to be blind and to be loved, is in fact--on this earth where nothing is complete--one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness. To have continually at your side a woman, a girl, a sister, a charming being, who is there because you need her, and because she cannot do without you, to know you are indispensable to someone necessary to you, to be able at all times to measure her affection by the degree of the presence that she gives you, and to say to yourself: She dedicates all her time to me, because I possess her whole love; to see the thought if not the face; to be sure of the fidelity of one being in a total eclipse of the world; to imagine the rustling of her dress as the rustling of wings; to hear her moving to and fro, going out, coming in, talking, singing, to think that you are the cause of those steps, those words, that song; to show your personal attraction at every moment; to feel even more powerful as your infirmity increases; to become in darkness, and by reason of darkness, the star around which this angel gravitates; few joys can equal that. The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves--say rather, loved in spite of ourselves; the conviction the blind have. In their calamity, to be served is to be caressed. Are they deprived of anything? No. Light is not lost where love enters. And what a love! A love wholly founded in purity. There is no blindness where there is certainty.”“Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.”“There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.”“Fashions have done more harm than revolutions.”“Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet.”
  10. 10. “What is said about men often has as much influence upon their lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do.”“Diamonds are found only in the dark bowels of the earth; truths are found only in the depths of thought. It seemed to him that after descending into those depths after long groping in the blackest of this darkness, he had at lastfound one of these diamonds, one of these truths, and that he held it in hishand; and it blinded him to look at it. (pg. 231)”“Let us study things that are no more. It is necessary to understand them, ifonly to avoid them.”“Love is the only future God offers.”“I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality.“Nothing discernible to the eye of the spirit is more brilliant or obscure than man; nothing is more formidable, complex, mysterious, and infinite. There is a prospect greater than the sea, and it is the sky; there is a prospect greater than the sky, and it is the human soul.”“so long as there shall exist, by reason of law and custom, a social condemnation which, in the midst of civilization, artificially creates a hell on earth, and complicates with human fatality a destiny that is divine; so long as t
  11. 11. he three problems of the century - the degradation of man by the exploitation of his labour, the ruin of women by starvation and the atrophy of childhoodby physical and spiritual night are not solved; so long as, in certain regions, social asphyxia shall be possible; in other words and from a still broader point of view, so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, there should be a need for books such as this.”“Diamonds are to be found only in the darkness of the earth, and truth in the darkness of the mind. ”“Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.”“The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.”“Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.”“...We pray together, we are afraid together, and then we go to sleep. Even if Satan came into the house, no one would interfere. After all, what is there to fear in this house? There is always one with us who is the strongest. Satan may visit our house, but the good Lord lives here.”“Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destinyis this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation, no fate proposes more inexorably than love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle; coffin, too. The same sentiment says yes and no in the human heart. Of all the things God has made, the human heart is the one that sheds most light, and alas! mostnight.”
  12. 12. “The beautiful is as useful as the useful." He added after a moment’s silence, "Perhaps more so”“Life is the flower for which love is the honey.”“...But listen, there will be more joy in heaven over the tears of a repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred just men.”“Algebra applies to the clouds, the radiance of the star benefits the rose--no thinker would dare to say that the perfume of the hawthorn is useless tothe constellations. Who could ever calculate the path of a molecule? How dowe know that the creations of worlds are not determined by falling grains of sand? Who can understand the reciprocal ebb and flow of the infinitely great and the infinitely small, the echoing of causes in the abyss of being andthe avalanches of creation? A mite has value; the small is great, the greatis small. All is balanced in necessity; frightening vision for the mind. There are marvelous relations between beings and things, in this inexhaustiblewhole, from sun to grub, there is no scorn, each needs the other. Light does not carry terrestrial perfumes into the azure depths without knowing what it does with them; night distributes the stellar essence to the sleeping plants. Every bird that flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw. Germination includes the hatching of a meteor and the tap of a swallows beak breaking the egg, and it guides the birth of the earthworm, and the advent of Socrates. Where the telescope ends, the microscope begins. Which of the two has a greater view? Choose. A bit of mold is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula isan anthill of stars. The same promiscuity, and still more wonderful, between the things of the intellect and material things. Elements and principles are mingled, combined, espoused, multiplied one by another, to the point thatthe material world, and the moral world are brought into the same light. Phenomena are perpetually folded back on themselves. In the vast cosmic changes, universal life comes and goes in unknown quantities, rolling everything up in the invisible mystery of the emanations, using everything, losing no dream from any single sleep, sowing a microscopic animal here, crumbling a star there, oscillating and gyrating, making a force of light, and an element of
  13. 13. thought, disseminated and indivisible dissolving all, that geometric point, the self; redsom into God; entangling from the highest to the lowest, all activities in the obscurity of a dizzying mechanism, linking the flight of an insect to the movement of the earth, subordinating--who knows, if only by the identity of the law--the evolutions of the comet in the firmament to the circling of the protozoa in the drop of water. A machine made of mind. Enormous gearing, whose first motor is the gnat, and whose last is the zodiac.”“Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other; and,like the stars in the sky separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing upon each other.”“Plea Against the Death PenaltyLook, examine, reflect. You hold capital punishment up as an example. Why?Because of what it teaches. And just what is it that you wish to teach by means of this example? That thou shalt not kill. And how do you teach that "thou shalt not kill"? By killing.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.”“If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if youwish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.”“He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends”
  14. 14. “...Can human nature be so entirely transformed inside and out? Can man, created by God, be made wicked by man? Can a soul be so completely changed by its destiny, and turn evil when its fate is evil? Can the heart become distorted, contract incurable deformities and incurable infirmities, under the pressure of disproportionate grief, like the spinal column under a low ceiling? 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.”“Every bird that flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw.”“What matters deafness of the ear, when the mind hears? The one true deafness, the incurable deafness, is that of the mind.”“if people did not love one another, i really dont see what use there would be in having any spring.”“There are no weeds, and no worthless men. There are only bad farmers.”“What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.”“The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; he declared in histransport that this would last through life; he said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable m
  15. 15. an, should be so loved by this innocent being”“It is not easy to keep silent when silence is a lie.”“The soul helps the body, and at certain moments raises it. It is the only birdthat sustains its cage.”“Let us sacrifice one day to gain perhaps a whole life.”“There is a determined though unseen bravery that defends itself foot by foot in the darkness against the fatal invasions of necessity and dishonesty. Noble and mysterious triumphs that no eye sees, and no fame rewards, and no flourish of triumph salutes. Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields that have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes.”“Common sense is in spite of, not the result of, education.”“Success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblances to merit.... They confound the brilliance of the firmament with the star-shaped footprints of a duck in the mud.”“Forget not, never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man.... Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!”
  16. 16. “It is from books that wise people derive consolation in the troubles of life”“Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to behold... brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surroundit: nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds.”“And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.”“Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering.”“This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn inthe heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.”“There must be a glowing light above such houses. The joy they contain must escape in light through the stones of the walls and shine dimly into the darkness. It is impossible that this sacred festival of destiny should not send acelestial radiation to the infinite. Love is the sublime crucible in which is consummated the fusion of man and woman; the one being, the triple being, the final being-- the human trinity springs from it. This birth of two souls into one space must be an emotion for space. The lover is priest; the apprehensive maiden submits. Something of this joy goes to God. Where there really ismarriage, that is to say, where there is love, the ideal is mingled with it.A nuptial bed makes a halo in the darkness. Were it given to the eye of the flesh to perceive the fearful and enchanting sights of the superior life, it is likely that we should see the forms of night, the winged stranger, the blue travelers of the invisible, bending, a throng of shadowy heads, over the luminous house, pleased, blessing, showing to one another the sweetly startled m
  17. 17. aiden bride and wearing the reflection of the human felicity on their divinecountenances. If at that supreme hour, the wedded pair, bewildered with pleasure, and believing themselves alone, were to listen, they would hear in their room a rustling of confused wings. Perfect happiness implies the solidarityof the angels. That obscure little alcove has for its ceiling the whole heavens. When two mouths, made sacred by love, draw near to each other to create,it is impossible, that above that ineffable kiss there should not be a thrill in the immense mystery of the stars.”“I was dying when you came.”“I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.”“The soul gropes in search of a soul, and finds it. And that soul, found andproven, is a woman. A hand sustains you, it is hers; lips lightly touch yourforehead, they are her lips; you hear breathing near you, it is she. To haveher wholly, from her devotion to her pity, never to be left alone, to have that sweet shyness as, to lean on that unbending reed, to touch, Providence with your hands and be able to grasp it in your arms; God made palpable, what transport! The heart, that dark celestial flower, bursts into a mysterious bloom. You would not give up that shade for all the light in the world! The angel soul is there, forever there; if she goes away, it is only to return; she fades away in a dream and reappears in reality. You feel an approaching warmth, she is there. You overflow with serenity, gaiety, and ecstasy; you are radiant in your darkness. And the thousand little cares! The trifles that are enormous in this void. The most ineffable accents of the womanly voice used to comfort you, and replacing for you the vanished universe! You are caressed through the soul. You see nothing but you feel yourself adored. It is paradise of darkness.”“...mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain.”
  18. 18. “Certainly we talk to ourselves; there is no thinking being who has not experienced that. One could even say that the word is never a more magnificent mystery than when, within a man, it travels from his thought to his conscience and returns from his conscience to his thought. This is the only sense ofthe words, so often used in this chapter, “he said,” “he exclaimed”; we sayto ourselves, we speak to ourselves, we exclaim within ourselves, without breaking the external silence. There is great tumult within; everything within us speaks, except the tongue. The realities of the soul, though not visible and palpable, are nonetheless realities.”“One resists the invasion of armies; one does not resist the invasion of ideas.”“It was SHE. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meaning contained in the three letters of this word ‘she.”“We must never fear robbers or murderers. They are dangers from outside, small dangers. It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejustice is the real robber,vice the real murderer. Why should we be troubled by a threat to our personor our pocket? What we have to beware of is the threat to our souls.”“He who despairs is wrong.”“One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean.”“For there are many great deeds done in the small struggles of life.”
  19. 19. “Not seeing people permits us to imagine them with every perfection.”“Morality is truth in full bloom.”“England has two books, the Bible and Shakespeare. England made Shakespeare,but the Bible made England.”“Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in everything write the word finis in time; we must restrain ourselves, when it becomes urgent; we must draw the bolt on the appetite, play a fantasia on the violin, then break the strings with our own hand. The Wise man is he who knows when and how to stop.”“There is nothing like a dream to create the future.”“ý"Dost thou understand? I love thee!" he cried again."What love!" said the unhappy girl with a shudder.He resumed,--"The love of a damned soul.”“Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he sat up, a long stream of blood rolled down his face, he raised both arms in air, looked in the direction whence the shot came, and began to sing.”“The mother...swinging the children by pulling on a length of string, whileat the same time she kept and eye on them with that protective watchfulness, half animal, half angelic, which is the quality of motherhood. ”
  20. 20. “Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.”“Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.”“If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away. ”“To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.”“The realities of life do not allow themselves to be forgotten.”“Faith is necessary to men; woe to him who believes in nothing!”“The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real.”“He did not study God; he was dazzled by him.”“Be a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.”“If anything is horrible, if there is a reality that surpasses our worst dreams, it is this: to live, to see the sun, to be in full possession of manly vigor, to have health and joy, to laugh heartily, to rush toward a glory that lures you on, to feel lungs that breathe, a heart that beats, a mind that thinks, to speak, to hope, to love; to have mother, wife, children, to have sunlight, and suddenly, in less time than it takes to cry out, to plunge into an abyss, to fall, to roll, to crush, to be crushed, to see the heads of grain, the flowers, the leaves, the branches, unable to catch hold of anything, to feel your sword useless, men under you, horses over you, to struggle in vain, your bones broken b
  21. 21. y some kick in the darkness, to feel a heel gouging your eyes out of their sockets, raging at the horseshoe between your teeth, to stifle, to howl, to twist,to be under all this, and to say, ‘Just then I was a living man!”“Ah," cried Gavroche, "what does this mean? It rains again! ...If this continues, I withdraw my subscription.”“where would the shout of love begin, if not from the summit of sacrifice?”“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!”“Love is like a tree: it shoots of itself; it strikes its roots deeply into our whole being, and frequently continues to put forth green leaves over a heartin ruins. And there is this unaccountable circumstance attending it, that the blinder the passion the more tenacious it is. Never is it stronger than when itis most unreasonable.”“Nothing is more imminent than the impossible . . . what we must always foresee is the unforeseen.”“In fact, were it given to our human eye to see into the consciences of others, we would judge a man much more surely from what he dreams than fromwhat he thinks. There is will in the thought, there is none in the dream.Even in the gigantic and the ideal, the dream, which is completely spontaneous, takes and keeps the form of our mind. Nothing springs more directlyand more sincerely from our innermost souls than our unreflected and indefinite aspirations, much more than in ideas, which are structured, studied, and compared, can we find the true character of each man. Our chimeras are most like us. Each of us dreams the unknown and the impossible according to his own nature.”“So long as there shall exist, by reason of law and custom, a social condemnation, which, in the face of civilisation, artificially creates hells on earth, and complicates a destiny that is divine, with human fatality; so long as the three problems of the age — the degradation of man by poverty, the ruin of woman by starvation, and the dwarfing of childhood by physical and spiritual night — are not solved; so long as, in certain regions, social asphyxia shall be possible; in other words, and from a yet more extended point of view, so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, books like this cannot
  22. 22. be useless. Preface of Les Miserables”“A little girl without a doll is almost as unhappy, and quite as impossible,as a woman without children."from chapter VIII of Les Miserables”“...Man lives by affirmation even more than he does by bread.”“Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad.”“And must I now begin to doubt - who never doubted all these years? My heart is stone, and still it trembles. The world I have known is lost in the shadows. Is he from heaven or from hell? And does he know, that granting me my life today, this man has killed me, even so.“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. ”“Monsieur to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.”“There are things stronger than the strongest man...”“The malicious have a dark happiness.”“...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.”
  23. 23. “To love beauty is to see light.”“Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions”“The sadness which reigned everywhere was but an excuse for unfailing kindness.”“The reduction of the universe to the compass of a single being, and the extension of a single being until it reaches God - that is love.Love is the salute of the angels to the stars.How sad is the heart when rendered sad by love!How great is the void created by the absence of the being who alone fills the world.”“The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.”“The left-handed are precious; they take places which are inconvenient for the rest.”“Love each other dearly always. There is scarcely anything else in the worldbut that: to love one another.”“At least you are mine! Soon – in a few months, perhaps, my angel will sleep in my arms, will awaken in my arms, will live there. All your thought atall moments, all your looks will be for me; all my thought, all my moments,
  24. 24. all my looks will be for you!”“When a man is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind.”“Is there an infinite outside of us? Is this infinite, one, immanent, permanent; necessarily substantial, since it is infinite, and because, if matter were lacking in it, it would in that respect be limited; necessarily intelligent, because it is infinite, and since if it lacked intelligence it would be to that extent, finite? Does this finite awaken in us the idea of essence, while we are able to attribute to ourselves the idea of existence only? In other words, it isnot the absolute of which we are the relative? At the same time, while there is an infinite outside of us, is there not an infinite within us? These two infinities, do they not rest superimposed on one another? Does the second infinite not underlie the first, so to speak? It is not the mirror, the reflection, the echo of the first, an abyss concentric with another abyss? Is this second infinite intelligent, also? Does it think? Does it love? Does it will? If the two infinities are intelligent, each one of them has a principle of will, and there is a "me" in the infinite above, as there is a "me" in the infinite below. The "me" below is the soul; the "me" above is God.”“Cosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And doyou know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He has done more--he has given you to me. And after having saved me, and after having given you to me, Cosette, what has he done with himself? He has sacrificed himself. Behold the man. And he says to me the ingrate, to me the forgetful, to me the pitiless, to me the guilty one: Thanks! Cosette, my whole life passed at the feet of this man would be too little. That barricade, that sewer, that furnace, that cesspool,--all that he traversed for me, for thee, Cosette! He carried me away through all the deaths which he put aside before me, and accepted for himself. Every courage, every virtue, every heroism, every sanctity he possesses! Cosette, that man is an angel!”“To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off withGringoire Quasimodo says. "Why was I not made of stone like thee?”
  25. 25. “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.”“This is the shade of meaning: the door of a physician should never be closed; the door of a priest should always be open.”“He was out there alone with himself, composed, tranquil, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart to the serenity of the skies, moved in the darkness by the visible splendors of the constellations and the invisible splendor of God, opening his soul to the thoughts that fall from the Unknown. In such moments, offering up his heart as the flowers of night emit their perfume, lit like a lamp in the center of the starry night, expanding in ecstasy the midst of creation’s universal radiance, perhaps he could not have told what was happening in his own mind; he felt something floating away from him, and something descending upon him, mysterious exchanges of the soul with the universe.”“...Human thought has no limit. At its risk and peril, it analyzes and dissects its own fascination. We could almost say that, by a sort of splendid reaction, it fascinates nature; the mysterious world surrounding us returns what it receives; it is likely that contemplators are contemplated.”“These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps”“The memory of an absent person shines in the deepest recesses of the heart, shining the more brightly the more wholly its object has vanished: a light
  26. 26. on the horizon of the despairing, darkened spirit; a star gleaming in our inward night.”“To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.”“Children at once accept joy and happiness with quick familiarity, being themselves naturally all happiness and joy. ”“When you get an idea into your head you find it in everything.”“The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.”“To pay compliments to the one we love is the first method of caressing, ademi-audacity venturing. A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.”“More powerful than the mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.”“Do not forget, do not ever forget, that you have promised me to use the money to make yourself an honest man.Valjean, who did not recall having made any promise, was silent. The bishop had spoken the words slowly and deliberately. He concluded with a solemn emphasis:Jean Valjean, my brother, you no longer belong to what is evil but to what is good. I have bought your soul to save it from black thoughts and the spiritof perdition, and I give it to God.”
  27. 27. “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.”“What makes night within us may leave stars.”“...The first symptom of true love in a man is timidity, in a young woman, boldness.”“Idleness, pleasure, what abysses! To do nothing is a dreary course to take, be sure of it. To live idle upon the substance of society! To be useless, thatis to say, noxious! This leads straight to the lowest depth of misery. ”“Freedom in art, freedom in society, this is the double goal towards which all consistent and logical minds must strive.”“La vérité est comme le soleil, elle fait tout voir et ne se laisse pas regarder.”“When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes”“In this way, his unhappy soul struggled with its anguish. Eighteen hundredyears before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being, in whom all the sanctities and all the sufferings of humanity come together, He too, while theolive trees trembled in the fierce breath of the Infinite, had brushed away
  28. 28. the fearful cup that appeared before him, streaming with shadow and runningover with darkness, in the star-filled depths.”“True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their destinies, as that which they do.”“Be happy without picking flaws.”“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.”“There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees.”“Can human nature ever be wholly and radically transformed? Can the man whom God made good be made wicked by man? Can the soul be reshaped in itsentirety by destiny and made evil because destiny is evil? Can the heartbecome misshapen and afflicted with ugly, incurable deformities under disproportionate misfortune, like a spinal column bent beneath a too low roof?”“Throughout the month of May, every night, in that poor, wild garden, underthat shrubbery, each day, more perfumed and dense, two human beings composed of every chastity and every innocence, every flowing with all the felicities of Heaven, closer to archangels than men, pure, honest, intoxicated, radiant, glowed for each other in the darkness. It seemed to Cosette that Mariushad a crown, and to Marius that Cosette had a halo. They touched, they gazed at each other, they clasped hands, they pressed close together, but there was a distance they did not pass. Not that they respected it; they were ignorant of it. Marius felt a barrier, Cosette’s purity, and Cosette felt a support, Marius’ loyalty. The first kiss was also the last. Since then, Marius ha
  29. 29. d not gone beyond touching Cosette’s hand, or her scarf, or her curls, withhis lips. Cosette was to him a perfume, not a woman. He breathed her. She refused nothing, and he asked nothing. Cosette was happy, and Marius was satisfied. They were living in that ravishing condition that might be called thedazzling of one soul by another. It was that ineffable first embrace of twovirginities within the ideal. Two swans meeting on the Jung Frau.”“A people, like stars, are entitled to eclipse. All is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not become endless night. Dawn and resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is the same as the survivalof the soul.”“Table talk and Lovers talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers Talk is clouds, Table Talk is smoke."Les Miserables”“Deep hearts, sage minds, take life as God has made it; it is a long trial,an incomprehensible preparation for an unknown destiny. This destiny, the true one, begins for a man with the first step inside the tomb. Then something appears to him, and he begins to distinguish the definitive. The definitive, meditate upon that word. The living perceive the infinite; the definitivepermits itself to be seen only by the dead. In the meanwhile, love and suffer, hope and contemplate. Woe, alas! to him who shall have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will deprive him of all. Try to love souls, you will find them again.”“Probity, sincerity, candor, conviction, the idea of duty, are things that, when in error, can turn hideous, but – even though hideous – remain great; their majesty, peculiar to the human conscience, persists in horror. They are virtues with a single vice – error. The pitiless, sincere joy of a fanatic in an act of atrocity preserves some mournful radiance that inspires veneration.Without suspecting it, Javert, in his dreadful happiness, was pitiful, like every ignorant man in triumph. Nothing could be more poignant and terrible tha
  30. 30. n this face, which revealed what might be called all the evil of good. (pg. 291)”“A man without a woman is like a pistol without a trigger; it is the woman who makes the man go off.”“Ma vie est une énigme dont ton nom est le mot. (My life is an enigma, ofwhich your name is the word.)”“Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.”“But alas, if I have not maintained my victory, it is Gods fault for not making man and the devil of equal strength.”“There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on condition that they are followed by reconstructions.”“You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope andyour soul with the telescope.”“The holy law of Jesus Christ governs our civilisation, but it does not yet permeate it.”
  31. 31. “a compliment is like a kiss through a veil.”“Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later on,it is ominous.”“Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote.He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. ‘The Spirit is a garden,’ said he”“Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.”“Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The heart of a handsome youngman is often deformed. There are hearts in which love does not keep. Young girl, thepine is not beautiful; it is not beautiful like the poplar, but it keeps its foliage inwinter.”“ A doctor’s door should never be closed, a priests door should always be open. ”“This light of history is pitiless; it has a strange and divine quality that, luminous as it is, and precisely because it is luminous, often casts a shadow just where we saw a radiance; out of the same man it makes two different phantoms, and the one attacks and punishes the other, the darkness of the despot struggles with the splendor of the captain. Hence a truer measure
  32. 32. in the final judgment of the nations. Babylon violated diminishes Alexander; Rome enslaved diminishes Caesar; massacred Jerusalem diminishes Titus. Tyranny follows the tyrant. Woe to the man who leaves behind a shadow that bears his form.”“The eye of a man should be still more reverent before the rising of a young maiden than before the rising of a star. The possibility of touch should increase respect. The down of the peach, the dust of the plum, the radiated crystal of snow, the butterfly’s wing powdered with feathers, are gross things beside that chastity that does not even know it is chaste. The young maiden is only the glimmer of a dream and is not yet statue. Her alcove is hiddenin the shadows of the ideal. The indiscreet touch of the eye desecrates this dim penumbra. Here, to gaze, is to profane.”“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved forourselves--say rather, loved in spite of ourselves.”“The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of a single being even to God, this is love.”“Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time. To journey is to be born and die each minute...All the elements of life are in constant flight from us, with darkness and clarity intermingled, the vision and the eclipse; we look and hasten, reaching outour hands to clutch; every happening is a bend in the road...and suddenly we have grown old. We have a sense of shock and gathering darkness; ahead is a black doorway; the life that bore us is a flagging horse, and a veiled stranger is waiting in the shadows to unharness us. ”“The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.”? Victor Hugo, The Man Who Laughs
  33. 33. “A cannonball travels only two thousand miles an hour; light travels two hundred thousand miles a second. Such is the superiority of Jesus Christ over Napoleon.”“He had but one consolation, that she had loved him, that her eyes had told him so, that although she did not know his name she knew his heart, and that perhaps, wherever she now was, in whatever undiscoverable place, she loved him still. Perhaps she even thought of him constantly as he did of her.Sometimes, in those unaccountable moments known to every lover, when the heart feels a strange stirring of delight although there is not cause for anything but grief, he reflected: It is her own thoughts that are reaching me!... And perhaps my thoughts are reaching her!Fancies such as these, which an instant later he brushed aside, neverthelesssufficed to kindle a glow in him which was something near to hope.”“A library implies an act of faith.”“Whether true or false, what is said about men often has as much influence ontheir lives, and particularly on their destinies, as what they do.”“God knows better than we do what we need.”“God will reward you, he said. You must be an angel since you care for flowers.”“For the rest, he was the same to all men, the fashionable world and the ordinary people. He judged nothing in haste, or without taking account of the c
  34. 34. irumstances. He said, Let me see how the fault arose.”“He was at his own request and through his own complicity driven out of all his happinesses one after the other; and he had this sorrow, that after having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose her againin detail.”“He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.”“There is neither a foreign war nor a civil war; there is only just and unjustwar.”“An increase of tenderness always ended by boiling over and turning to indignation. He was at the point where we seek to adopt a course, and to accept what tears us apart.”“Sire, you are looking at a plain man, and I am looking at a great man. Each of us may benefit.”“Every good quality runs into a defect; economy borders on avarice, the generous are not far from the prodigal, the brave man is close to the bully; he who is very pious is slightly sanctimonious; there are just as many vices to virtue as there are holes in the mantle of Diogenes.”“I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat was threadbare - there were holes at his elbows; the water passedthrough his shoes and the stars through his soul.”
  35. 35. “...The girls chirped and chatted like uncaged warblers. They were delirious with joy... Intoxications of life’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 charming head behind you? Have you slid laughing, down some slope wet with rain, with the woman you loved?”“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.”“For Marius to arrive at this flourishing condition had required years. Hard years, and difficult ones; those to get through, these to climb. Marius had never given up for a single day. He had undergone everything, in the shapeof privation; he had done everything, except get into debt. He gave himselfthis credit, that he had never owed a sou to anybody. For him a debt was the beginning of slavery. He felt even that a creditor is worse than a master;for a master owns only your person, a creditor owns your dignity and can belabour that. Rather than borrow, he did not eat. He had had many days of fasting. Feeling that all extremes meet, and that if we do not take care, abasement of fortune may lead to baseness of soul, he watched jealously over his pride. Such a habit or such a carriage as, in any other condition, would have appeared deferential, seemed humiliating and he braced himself against it.He risked nothing, not wishing to take a backward step. He had a kind of stern blush upon his face. He was timid even to rudeness.In all his trials he felt encouraged and sometimes even upborne by a secret force within. The soul helps the body, and at certain moments uplifts it. It isthe only bird which sustains its cage.”“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 himwho had smitten him, kneeling on the heights of virtue, more nearly akin toan angel than to a man. Javert was constrained to admit to himself that this monster existed.
  36. 36. “It so happens that this is particular love was precisely the sort best suited to the state of her soul. It was a sort of remote worship, a mute contemplation, a deification by an unknown votary. It was the apprehension of adolescence by adolescence, her dreams becoming romance ad remain in dream, the wished-for phantom realized at last and made flash, but still without name or wrong or fault, or need, or defect; in a word, a lover distant and ideal, a chimera having form. Any closer and more palpable encounter at this first stage would have terrified Cosette, still half buried in the magnifying mirage of the cloister. She had all the terrors of children and all the terrors of nuns mingled. The spirit of the convent, in which she had been steeped for five years, was still evaporating from her whole person, and made everything tremulous around her. In this condition, it was not a lover she needed, it was not even an admirer, it was a vision. She began to adore Marius as something charming, luminous, and impossible.”“But I have been exposed, I am pursued - by myself! That is a pursuit that does not readily let go.”“I think of winter, which is nothing but a rift in the firmament through which the winds break loose, the shreds of cloud over the hilltops in the new blue of the morning -- and dew-drops, those false pearls, and frost, that beauty powder, and mankind in disarray and events out of joint, and so many spots on the sun and so many craters in the moon and so much wretchedness everywhere -- when I think of all this I cant help feeling that God is not rich. He has the appearance of riches, certainly, but I can feel his embarrassment. He gives us a revolution the way a bankrupt merchant gives a ball. We must not judge any god by appearances. I see a shoddy universe beyond that splendour of the sky. Creation itself is bankrupt, and thats why Im a malcontent.”“Everybody has noticed the way cats stop and loiter in a half-open door. Hasnt everyone said to a cat: For heavens sake why dont you come in? With o
  37. 37. pportunity half-open in front of them, there are men who have a similar tendency to remain undecided between two solutions, at the risk of being crushed by fate abruptly closing the opportunity. The overprudent, cats as theyare, and because they are cats, sometimes run more danger than the bold”“The infinite exists. It is there. If the infinite had no me, the me would be its limit; it would not be the infinite; in other words, it would not be. But it is. Then it has a me. This me of the infinite is God.”“I would rather be the head of a fly than the tail of a lion.”“He therefore turned to mankind only with regret. His cathedral was enoughfor him. It was peopled with marble figures of kings, saints and bishops who at least did not laugh in his face and looked at him with only tranquillity and benevolence. The other statues, those of monsters and demons, had no hatred for him – he resembled them too closely for that. It was rather the rest of mankind that they jeered at. The saints were his friends and blessed him; the monsters were his friends and kept watch over him. He would sometimes spend whole hours crouched before one of the statues in solitary conversation with it. If anyone came upon him then he would run away like a lover surprised during a serenade.”“You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen.”“Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.”“There are, as we know, powerful and illustrious atheists. At bottom, led back to the truth by their very force, they are not absolutely sure that they are
  38. 38. atheists; it is with them only a question of definition, and in any case, if they do not believe in God, being great minds, they prove God.”“Press on! A better fate awaits thee.”“where the telescope ends the microscope begins, and who can say which has the wider vision?”“We need those who pray constantly to compensate for those who do not pray at all.”“Is it not when the fall is the lowest that charity ought to be the greatest?”“Have no fear of robbers or murderers. They are external dangers, petty dangers. We should fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices the real murderers. The great dangers are within us. Why worry about what threatens our heads or our purses? Let us think instead of what threatens our souls.”“Being good is easy, what is difficult is being just.”“...Though we chisel away as best we can at the mysterious block from whichour life is made, the black vein of destiny continually reappears.”“Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both laughing and
  39. 39. lyric. ”“If they had had a different neighbour, one less self-absorbed and more concerned for others, a man of normal, charitable instincts, their desperate state would not have gone unnoticed, their distress-signals would have beenheard, and perhaps they would have been rescued by now. Certainly they appeared utterly depraved, corrupt, vile and odious; but it is rare for those who have sunk so low not to be degraded in the process, and there comes a point, moreover, where the unfortunate and the infamous are grouped together, merged in a single fateful word. They are les miserables - the outcasts, the underdogs. And who is to blame? Is it not the most fallen who have mostneed of charity?”“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.”“And if you wish to receive of the ancient city an impression with which the modern one can no longer furnish you, climb--on the morning of some grand festival, beneath the rising sun of Easter or of Pentecost--climb upon some elevated point, whence you command the entire capital; and be present at thewakening of the chimes. Behold, at a signal given from heaven, for it is the sun which gives it, all those churches quiver simultaneously. First come scattered strokes, running from one church to another, as when musicians givewarning that they are about to begin. Then, all at once, behold!--for it seems at times, as though the ear also possessed a sight of its own,--behold, rising from each bell tower, something like a column of sound, a cloud of harmony. First, the vibration of each bell mounts straight upwards, pure and, so to speak, isolated from the others, into the splendid morning sky; then, little by little, as they swell they melt together, mingle, are lost in eachother, and amalgamate in a magnificent concert. It is no longer anything but a mass of sonorous vibrations incessantly sent forth from the numerous belfries; floats, undulates, bounds, whirls over the city, and prolongs far beyo
  40. 40. nd the horizon the deafening circle of its oscillations.Nevertheless, this sea of harmony is not a chaos; great and profound as it is, it has not lost its transparency; you behold the windings of each group ofnotes which escapes from the belfries. ”“Demain, dès laube, à lheure où blanchit la campagne,Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu mattends.Jirai par la forêt, jirai par la montagne.Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.Je ne regarderai ni lor du soir qui tombe,Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,Et quand jarriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombeUn bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.”“Let us admit, without bitterness, that the individual has his distinct interests and can, without felony, stipulate for those interests and defend them. The present has its pardonable amount of egotism; momentary life has its claims, and cannot be expected to sacrifice itself incessantly to the future. The generation which is in its turn passing over the earth is not forced to abridge its life for the sake of the generations, its equals after all, whose turn shall come later on.”“She might have melted a heart of stone, but nothing can melt a heart of wood.”
  41. 41. “The barber in his shop, warmed by a good stove, was shaving a customer and casting from time to time a look towards this enemy, this frozen and brazen gamin, who had both hands in his pockets, but his wits evidently out of their sheath.”“M. Mabeuf’s political opinion was a passionate fondness for plants, and a still greater one for books. He had, like everybody else, his termination in ist, without which nobody could have lived in those times, but he was neither a royalist, nor a Bonapartist, nor a chartist, nor an Orleanist, nor an anarchist; he was an old-bookist.”“Love partakes of the soul itself. it is of the same nature. like it, it is a divine spark, like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable, it is the point of fire which is within us, which is immortal and infinite, which nothing can limit and nothing can extinguish.”“Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and brightsunshine.”“Change your opinions, keep to your principles; change your leaves, keep intact your roots”“The earth is a great piece of stupidity.”“He who every morning plans the transactions of that day and follows that plan carries a thread that will guide him through the labyrinth of the most busy life.”? Victor Hugo
  42. 42. “While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday.No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now Friday. ”“She loved with so much passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know whether it were good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary or accidental, eternal or transitory, permitted or prohibited: she loved.”“The jostling of young minds against each other has this wonderful attribute that one can never foresee the spark, nor predict the flash. What will spring up in a moment? Nobody knows. A burst of laughter starts from a sceneof emotion. In a moment of buffoonery, the serious enters. Impulses dependon a chance word. The spirit of each is sovereign. A jest suffices to openthe door to the unexpected. They are conferences with sharp turns, where the perspective suddenly changes. Chance is the director of these conversations.”“Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.”“The minds eye can nowhere find anything more dazzling or more dark than in man; it can fix itself upon nothing which is more awful, more complex, more mysterious, or more infinite. There is one spectacle grander than the sea,that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.”“Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with one wounds himself with the other.”
  43. 43. “His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not ones own.”“What was he doing during the trip? What was he thinking about? As he had during the morning, he watched the trees go by, the thatched roofs, the cultivated fields, and the dissolving views of the countryside that change at every turn of the road. Scenes like that are sometimes enough for the soul, andalmost eliminate the need for thought. To see a thousand objects for the first and last time, what could be more profoundly melancholy? Traveling is a constant birth and death. It may be that in the murkiest part of his mind, he was drawing a comparison between these changing horizons and human existence. All aspects of life are in perpetual flight before us. Darkness and light alternate: after a flash, an eclipse; we look, we hurry, we stretch out our hands to seize what is passing; every event is a turn in the road; and suddenly we are old. We feel a slight shock, everything is black, we can make out a dark door, the gloomy horse of life that was carrying us stops, and we see a veiled and unknown form that turns him out into the darkness.”“For there are many great deeds done in the small struggles of life. There is a determined though unseen bravery that defends itself foot by foot in the darkness agains the fatal invasions of necessity and dishonesty. Noble andmysterious triumphs that no eye sees and no fame rewards, and no flourish of triumph salutes. Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are the battlefields that have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes. ”“His universal compassion was due less to natural instinct, than to a profound conviction, a sum of thoughts that in the course of living had filtered through to his heart: for in the nature of man, as in rock, there may be channels hollowed by the dropping of water, and these can never be destroyed.”
  44. 44. “Certain forms are torn down, and it is well that they should be, but on condition that they are followed by reconstruction.”“Cosette, in her seclusion, like Marius in his, was all ready to take fire. Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, was slowly bringing these two beings near each other, fully charged and all languishing with the stormy electricities of passion,—these two souls which held love as two clouds hold lightning, and which were to meet and mingle in a glace like clouds in a flash.The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. The rest is only the rest, and comesafterwards. Nothing is more real than these great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.At that particular moment when Cosette unconsciously looked with this glance which so affected Marius, Marius had no suspicion that he also had a glance which affected Cosette.”“And so, being in Heaven, it was easy for him to lose sight of earth.”“You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea. It is the cloud which thunders around everything that shines. Fame must have enemies, as light must have gnats. Do no bother yourself about it; disdain. Keep your mind serene as you keep your life clear.”“Homo homini monstrum”
  45. 45. “The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.”“For with love there is no middle course: it destroys, or else it saves. Allhuman destiny is contained in that dilemma, the choice between destruction and salvation, which is nowhere more implacably posed than in love. Love is life, or it is death. It is the cradle, but also the coffin. One and the same impulse moves the human heart to say yes or no. Of all things God has created it is the human heart that sheds the brightest light and, alas, the blackest despair.”“Marius was of the temperament that sinks into grief and remains there; Cosette was of the sort that plunges in and comes out again.”“Men become accustomed to poison by degrees”“Citizens, in the future there will be neither darkness nor thunderbolts; neither ferocious ignorance, nor bloody retaliation. As there will be no more Satan, there will be no more Michael. In the future no one will kill any one else, the earth will beam with radiance, the human race will love. The day will come, citizens, when all will be concord, harmony, light, joy and life; it will come, and it is in order that it may come that we are about to die.”“Books are cold but safe friends”“A one-eyed man is much more incomplete than a blind man, for he knows what it is thats lacking.”
  46. 46. “If you are leaving that sorrowful place with hate and anger against men, you are worthy of compassion; if you leave it with good will, gentleness and peace, you are better than any of us.”“Here we stop. On the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, afinger to his lips.”“His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.”“Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.”“What I feel for you seems less of earth and more of a cloudless heaven.”“Man is not a circle with a single center; he is an ellipse with two focii. Facts are one, ideas are the other.”“A criminal remains a criminal whether he uses a convicts suit or a monarchs crown.”“Nothing is more powerful than an idea whose time has come.”“The soul in the darkness sins, but the real sinner is he who caused the darkness.”
  47. 47. “To lie a little is not possible: he who lies, lies the whole lie.”“Nothing is more dangerous than to stop working. It is a habit that can soon be lost, one that is easily neglected and hard to resume. A measure of day-dreaming is a good thing, like a drug prudently used; it allays the sometimes virulent fever of the over-active mind, like a cool wind blowing through the brain to smooth the harshness of untrammelled thought; it bridges here and there the gaps, brings things into proportion and blunts the sharper angles. But too much submerges and drowns. Woe to the intellectual worker who allows himself to lapse wholly from positive thinking into day-dreaming. He thinks he can easily change back, and tells himself that it is all one. He is wrong! Thought is the work of the intellect, reverie is its self-indulgence.To substitute day-dreaming for thought is to confuse poison with a source of nourishment.”“There is, we are aware, a philosophy that denies the infinite. There is alsoa philosophy, classified as pathologic, that denies the sun; this philosophy is called blindness.”“Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters.”“From a political point of view, there is but one principle, the sovereigntyof man over himself. This sovereignty of myself over myself is called Liberty”“The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.”“The peculiarity of sunrise is to make us laugh at all our terrors of the night, and our laugh is always proportioned to the fear we have had.”
  48. 48. “Cest une étrange prétention des hommes de vouloir que lamour conduise quelque part”“Quant au mode de prier, peu importe le nom, pourvu quil soit sincère. Tournez votre livre à lenvers et soyez à linfini"As for how you pray, the words do not matter if they are sincere. Turn yourprayer book upside down and face the infinite.”“The guillotine is the ultimate expression of Law, and its name is vengeance;it is not neutral, nor does it allow us to remain neutral.”“Profound hearts, wise minds, take life as God makes it; it is a long trial, and unintelligible preparation for the unknown destiny.”“If we wish to be happy, monsieur, we must never comprehend duty; for, as soon as we comprehend it, it is implacable. One would say that it punishes you for comprehending it; but no, it rewards you for it; for it puts you into a hell where you feel God at your side.”“What is called honors and dignities, and even honor and dignity, is generally fools gold.”“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourselfor more correctly being loved in spite of yourself.”“The fact is that the beautiful, humanly speaking, is merely form consideredin its simplest aspect, in its most perfect symmetry, in its most entire harmony with our make-up. Thus the ensemble that it offers us is always complete,
  49. 49. but restricted like ourselves. What we call the ugly, on the contrary, is adetail of a great whole which eludes us, and which is in harmony, not with man but with all creation. That is why it constantly presents itself to us in new but incomplete aspects.”“The book the reader has now before his eyes - from one end to the other, inits whole and in its details, whatever the omissions, the exceptions, or thefaults - is the march from evil to good, from injustice to justice, from thefalse to the true, from night to day, from appetite to conscience, from rottenness to life, from brutality to duty, from Hell to Heaven, from nothingnessto God. Starting point: matter; goal: the soul. Hydra at the beginning, angel at the end.”? Victor Hugo, Les Misérables“Argot is nothing more nor less than a wardrobe in which language, having some bad deed to do, disguises itself. It puts on word-masks and metaphoricrags.”“...What pleases us in those who are rising is less pleasing in those who are falling. We do not admire the combat when there is no danger; and in any case, the combatants of the first hour alone have the right to be the exterminators in the last. He who has not been a determined accuser during prosperity should hold his peace in adversity. He alone who denounces the success has a right to proclaim the justice of the downfall.”“In the Twentieth Century war will be dead, the scaffold will be dead, hatred will be dead, frontier boundaries will be dead, dogmas will be dead; man will live. He will possess something higher than all these-a great country, the whole earth, and a great hope, the whole heaven.”“No corruption is possible with the diamond.”“The first proof of charity in a priest, especially a bishop, is poverty.”
  50. 50. “Reality in strong doses frightens.”“To love or have loved is all-sufficing. We must not ask for more. No otherpearl is to be found in the shadowfolds of life. To love is an accomplishment.”“La suprema dicha de la vida, es la convicci?n de que se es amado; amado por s? mismo, digamos mejor, ama¬do a pesar de s? mismo.”“Does there exist an Infinity outside ourselves? Is that infinity One, immanent and permanent, necessarily having substance, since He is infinite and if He lacked matter He would be limited, necessarily possessing intelligence since He is infinite and, lacking intelligence, He would be in that sense finite. Does this Infinity inspire in us the idea of essense, while to ourselves wecan only attribute the idea of existence? In order words, is He not the whole of which we are but the part?”“It is grievous for a man to leave behind him a shadow in his own shape.”“A fall from such a height is rarely straight downwards.”“Si tout autour de moi, est monotone et décoloré, ny a-t-il pas en moi une tempête, une lutte, une tragédie?”“Bonapartist democrat.""Grey shades of a quiet mouse colour.”“He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her up, though tottering himself. Hefelt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was performing a religious act, and that he was committing a profanation. Moreover, he did not feel one passionate desire for this ravishing woman, whose form he felt against his heart. He was lost in love.”
  51. 51. “That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.”“He said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for havingpermitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being."“No fear, no regrets.”“And, moreover, when it happens that both are sincere and good, nothing will mix and amalgamate more easily than an old priest and an old soldier. In reality, they are the same kind of man. One has devoted himself to country upon earth, the other to his country in heaven; there is no other difference.”“A soul for a piece of bread. Misery makes the offer; society accepts.”“Thats life" said the philosopher each time he was almost laid prostrate, "Its often our best friends who make us fall”“At that moment of love, a moment when passion is absolutely silent underomnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, pure seraphic Marius, would have been more capable of visiting a woman of the streets than of raising Cosette’s dress above the ankle. Once on a moonlit night, Cosette stopped to pick up something from the ground, her dress loosened and revealed the swelling of her breasts. Marius averted his eyes.”“Relegated as he was to a corner and as though sheltered behind the billiard table, the soldiers, their eyes fixed upon Enjolras, had not even noticed Grantaire, and the sergeant was preparing to repeat the order: Take aim! when suddenly they heard a powerful voice cry out beside them, Vive la Republique! Count me in.
  52. 52. Grantaire was on his feet.The immense glare of the whole combat he had missed and in which he had not been, appeared in the flashing eyes of the transfigured drunkard.He repeated, Vive la Republique! crossed the room firmly, and took his place in front of the muskets beside Enjolras.Two at one shot, he said.And, turning toward Enjolras gently, he said to him, Will you permit it?Enjolras shook his hand with a smile.The smile had not finished before the report was heard.Enjolras, pierced by eight bullets, remained backed up against the wall is ifthe bullets had nailed him there. Except that his head was tilted.Grantaire, struck down, collapsed at his feet.”“Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulnessof all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?”“Teach the ignorant as much as you can; society is culpable in not providinginstruction for all and it must answer for the night with it produces. If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness. (Bishop of D)”“Sikap hati-hati adalah anak sulung kebijaksanaan.”“So long as there shall exist, by virtue of law and custom, decrees of damnation pronounced by society, artificially creating hells amid the civilization of earth, and adding the element of human fate to divine destiny; so longas the three great problems of the century—the degradation of man through pauperism, the corruption of woman through hunger, the crippling of children through lack of light—are unsolved; so long as social asphyxia is possible in any part of the world;—in other words, and with a still wider significance, so long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Misérables cannot fail to be of use.“There is in every village a torch - the teacher; and an extinguisher- the clergyman”
  53. 53. “Le mot tantôt comme un passant mystérieux de lâme, tantot comme un polype noir de locéan pensê.”“His tavern sign bore witness to his feats of arms. He had painted it himself, being a Jack-of-all-trades who did everything badly.”“There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world , and that is an idea whose time has come”“Protect the workers, encourage the rich.”“He had not yet lived long enough to have discovered that nothing is more close at hand then the impossible, and that what must be looked for is always the unforeseen.”“Marius and Cosette did not ask where this would lead them. They looked atthemselves as arrived. It is a strange pretension for men to ask that loveshould lead them somewhere.”“Forty is the old age of youth; fifty is the youth of old age.”“...there is a point when the unfortunate and the infamous are associated and confused in a word, a mortal word, les miserables”“Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Deathwill rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.”“Supreme resources spring from extreme resolutions.Les Miserables, page 674”“The reflection of a fact is in itself a fact.”
  54. 54. “Youth is the future smiling at a stranger, which is itself.”“Kata-kata keras dan pedas menunjukkan alasan yang lemah.”“I exist," murmurs someone whose name is Everyone. "Im 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.”“The crowd mistrusts the allurement of paladins. The masses, ponderous bodies that they are, and fragile on account of their very heaviness, fear adventure; and there is adventure in the ideal.”“Love is an old invention but it is one that is always new. Make the most of it.”“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.”“Admirable, however, as the Paris of the present day appears to you, build up and put together again in imagination the Paris of the fifteenth century;look at the light through that surprising host of steeples, towers, and belfries; pour forth amid the immense city, break against the points of its islands, compress within the arches of the bridges, the current of the Seine, with its large patches of green and yellow, more changeable than a serpents skin; define clearly the Gothic profile of this old Paris upon an horizon ofazure, make its contour float in a wintry fog which clings to its innumerable chimneys; drown it in deep night, and observe the extraordinary play of darkness and light in this sombre labyrinth of buildings; throw into it a rayof moonlight, which shall show its faint outline and cause the huge heads of the towers to stand forth from amid the mist; or revert to that dark picture, touch up with shade the thousand acute angles of the spires and gables, a
  55. 55. nd make them stand out, more jagged than a sharks jaw, upon the copper-coloured sky of evening. Now compare the two.”“He who every morning plans the transaction of the day and follows out that plan,carries a thread that will guide him through the maze of the most busy life.But where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrenderedmerely to the chance of incidence, chaos will soon reign”“Civil war... What did the words mean? Was there any such thing as foreign war? Was not all warfare between men warfare between brothers? Wars could only be defined by their aims. There were no foreign or civil wars, only wars that were just or unjust. Until the great universal concord could be arrived at, warfare, at least when it was the battle between the urgent future and the dragging past, might be unavoidable. How could such a war becondemned? War is not shameful, nor the sword-thrust a stab in the back, except when it serves to kill right and progress, reason, civilization, and truth. When this is wars purpose it maeks no difference whether it is civil or foreign war - it is a crime. Outside the sacred cause for justice, what grounds has one kind of war for denigrating another? By what right does the sword of Washington despise the pike of Camille Desmoulins? Which is thegreater - Leonidas fighting the foreign enemy or Timoleon slaying the tyrant who was his brother? One was a defender, the other a liberator. Are we to condemn every resort to arms that takes place within the citadel, withoutconcerning ourselves with its aim? ”“Die, very good, but do not make others die. Suicides like the one which is about to take place here are sublime, but suicide is restricted, and does notallow of extension; and so soon as it affects your neighbors, suicide becomes murder.”? Victor Hugo, Les Misérables“there is a point, moreover, at which the unfortunate and the infamous are associated and confounded in a single word, Les Miserables; whose fault is it?And then, is it not when the fall is lowest that charity ought to be greatest?”
  56. 56. “If you ask the great city, ‘Who is this person?,’ she will answer, ‘He is my child.”“Be it true or false, what is said about men often has as much influence upontheir lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do.”“There is will in the thought, there is none in the dream. The dream, whichis completely spontaneous, takes and keeps, even in the gigantic and the ideal, the form of our mind. Nothing springs more directly and more sincerely from the very bottom of our souls than our unreflected and indefinite aspirations towards the splendours of destiny. ”“Il y a des gens qui paieraient pour se vendre”“It may be remarked in passing that success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblances to merit. To the crowd, success wears almost thefeatures of true mastery, and the greatest dupe of this counterfeit talent is History.”“Genuflection before the idol or the dollar destroys the muscles which walkand the will that moves.”“See Monsieur Geborand, buying a pennyworth of paradise.”“According to an eastern fable, the rose was white when God created it, butwhen, as it unfolded, it felt Adams eyes upon it, it blushed in modesty and turned pink.”“Voyager, cest naître et mourir à chaque instant.”“Let us be like a bird for a moment perchedOn a frail branch when he sings;
  57. 57. Though he feels it bend, yet he sings his song,Knowing that he has wings.”“The conflict between right and fact has endured since the origins of society. To bring the duel to an end, to consolidate the pure ideal with the human reality, to make the right peacefully interpenetrate the fact, and the fact the right, this is the work of the wise.”“For prying into any human affairs, none are equal to those whom it does not concern.”“He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo.Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic.Nothing is more sublime.”“Its that big guy whos the government.”“...and if you fall as Lucifer fell, you fall in flames! And so it must be, for so it is written on the doorway to Paradise, that those who falter and those who fall must pay the price!”“by making himself a priest made himself a demon.”“. . . winter always carries with it something of our sadness; then April came, that daybreak of summer, fresh like every dawn, gay like every childhood;weeping a little sometimes like the infant that it is. Nature in this month has charming gleams which pass from the sky, the clouds, the trees, the fields, and the flowers, into the heart of man.”“Happiness wishes everybody happy.”“You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience. . . .You ask why I speak? I am neither informed against, nor pursued, nor hunte
  58. 58. d, say you. Yes! I am informed against! yes! I am pursued! yes! I am hunted! By whom? by myself. It is I myself who bar the way before myself, and I drag myself, and I urge myself, and I check myself and I exert myself, and when one holds himself he is well held.”“Il possédait comme tout le monde sa terminaison en "iste", sans laquelle personne naurait pu vivre en ce temps-là, mais il nétait ni royaliste, ni bonapartiste, ni chartiste, ni orléaniste, ni anarchiste; il était bouquiniste.”“The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable.”“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.”“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.”“But secondly you say society must exact vengeance, and society must punish. Wrong on both counts. Vengeance comes from the individual and punishment from God.”“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
  59. 59. 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-poundweight.”“Suffering engenders passion; and while the prosperous blind themselves, or go to sleep, the hatred of the unfortunate classes kindles its torch at some sullen or ill-constituted mind, which is dreaming in a corner, and sets to work to examine society. The examination of hatred is a terrible thing.”“Let us never weary of repeating, that to think first of the disinherited and sorrowful classes; to relieve, ventilate, enlighten, and love them; to enlarge their horizon to a magnificent extent; to lavish upon them education in every shape; to set them an example of labor, and never of indolence; to lessen the weight of the individual burden by increasing the notion of the universal aim; to limit poverty without limiting wealth; to create vast fields of public and popular activity; to have, like Briareus, a hundred hands to stretchout on all sides to the crushed and the weak; to employ the collective powerin the grand task of opening workshops for every arm, schools for every aptitude, and laboratories for every intellect; to increase wages, diminish toil,and balance the debit and credit--that is to say, proportion enjoyment to effort, and supply to demand; in a word, to evolve from the social machine, on behalf of those who suffer and those who are ignorant, more light and more comfort, is (and sympathetic souls must not forget it) the first of brotherly obligations, and (let egotistic hearts learn the fact) the first of political necessities.”Let us reflect, if we wish to be brilliant. Too much improvisation empties the mind in a stupid way. Running beer gathers no froth. No haste, gentlemen.The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for ones own sake -- let us say rather, loved in spite of ones self.
  60. 60. Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves.”Night and the day, when united,Bring forth the beautiful light.”“Life is a theatre set in which there are but few practicable entrances.”“Memories are our strength. When night attempts to return, we must light upthe great dates, as we would light torches.”“The first symptom of love in a young man is shyness; the first symptom ina woman, its boldness.”There is, we are aware, a philosophy that denies the infinite. There is alsoa philosophy, classified as pathologic, that denies the sun; this philosophyis called blindness. To set up a theory that lacks a source of truth is an excellent example of blind assurance. And the odd part of it is the haughty air of superiority and compassion assumed toward the philosophy that sees God, by this philosophy that has to grope its way. It makes one think of a mole exclaiming, "How I pity them with their sun!" There are, we know, illustrious and powerful atheists; with them, the matter is nothing but a question of definitions, and at all events, even if they do not believe in God, they prove God, because they are great minds. We hail, in them, the philosophers, while, at the same time, inexorably disputing their philosophy.The life of the cenobite is a human problem. When we speak of convents, those seats of error but innocence, of mistaken views but good intentions, of ignorance but devotion, of torment but martyrdom, we must nearly always say yes or no...The monastery is a renunciation. Self-sacrifice, even when misdire
  61. 61. cted, is still self-sacrifice. To assume as duty a strict error has its peculiar grandeur.“History has its truth, and so has legend. Legendary truth is of another nature than historical truth. Legendary truth is invention whose result is reality. Furthermore, history and legend have the same goal; to depict eternal man beneath momentary man.”“One becomes gradually accustomed to poison.”“To have lied is to have suffered.”“Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.”“As for the bishop, the sight of the guillotine was a great shock to him, from which he recovered only slowly.”“Could the word ‘iron’ be the root from which ‘irony’ is derived?”“Oh! Everything I loved!”“Are you afraid of the good you might do?”“I dont mind what Congress does, as long as they dont do it in the streets and frighten the horses.”

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