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the highest monuments of human civilization accept its ironies and lend their eternity to its mischievous pranks.
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He was a friendly but sad figure. People said of him: 'A rich man who is not proud. A fortunate man who does not look happy.
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A good mayor is a useful person. How can you hold back when you have the chance to do good?
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True or false, what is said about people often has as much bearing on their lives and especially on their destinies as what they do
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There are two stages - living on little, and living on nothing. They are like two rooms, the first dark, the second pitch-black.
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It is nothing to die. It is dreadful not to live.
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Bishop.
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Be like the bird who, Resting in his flight On a twig too slight, Feels it bend beneath him
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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 that comes afterward. Nothing is more real than this great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.
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principal courtyard, which was very large, with walks encircling it under arcades in the old Florentine fashion, and gardens planted with magnificent trees. In the dining-room, a long and superb gallery which was situated on the ground-floor and opened on the gardens, M. Henri Puget had entertained in state, on July 29, 1714, My Lords Charles Brulart de Genlis, archbishop; Prince d'Embrun; Antoine de Mesgrigny, the capuchin, Bishop of Grass..
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Adorable ambuscades of providence!
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mention
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decimated
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God raises from the dead he who man slays, he whom his brothers have rejected, finds his father once more. Pray, believe, enter into life the father is there.
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The beautiful is just as useful as the useful.
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The episcopal palace was a huge and beautiful house, built of stone at the beginning of the last century by M. Henri Puget, Doctor of Theology of the Faculty of Paris, Abbe of Simore, who had been Bishop of D---- in 1712. This palace was a genuine seignorial residence. Everything about it had a grand air,--the apartments of the Bishop, the drawing-rooms, the chambers, the principal courtyard, which was very large, with walks encircling it u..
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For many great deeds are accomplished in times of squalid struggle. There is a kind of stubborn, unrecognized courage which in the lowest depths tenaciously resists the pressures of necessity and ill-doing; there are noble and obscure triumphs observed by no one, unacclaimed by any fanfare. Hardship, loneliness, and penury are a battlefield which has its own heroes, sometimes greater than those lauded in history. Strong and rare characters ..
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Hunchback
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No one could have told: all that was known was, that when he returned from Italy he was a priest.
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People who are overwhelmed with troubles never do look back. They know only too well that misfortune follows in their footsteps.
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philosophy
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The misery of a child is interesting to a mother, the misery of a young man is interesting to a young woman, the misery of an old man is interesting to nobody. This of all miseries is the coldest.
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Jean Valjean watched these ravages with anxiety. He who felt that he could never do anything but crawl, walk at the most, beheld wings sprouting on Cosette.
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Thou art free!
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When they saw him making money, they said, "He is a man of business." When they saw him scattering his money about, they said, "He is an ambitious man." When he was seen to decline honors, they said, "He is an adventurer." When they saw him repulse society, they said, "He is a brute."
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In these creations, life and symbolic value are not in contradiction: they intensify each other.
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On the contrary, as there is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher, everything was given away, so to speak, before it was received, like water on thirsty soil; it was well that money came to him, for he never kept any, and besides he robbed himself.
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Good! And what if you should happen to cough or to sneeze?" "A man who is making his escape does not cough or sneeze."
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A reflection from this heaven shone upon the bishop. But it was also a luminous transparency, for this heaven was within him: this heaven was his conscience.
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The moral world has no greater spectacle than this: a troubled and restless conscience on the verge of committing an evil deed, contemplating the sleep of a good man.
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they no longer had any hope, but they had despair. Despair is a last weapon that sometimes brings victory; Virgil said so.
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How was Jean Valjean going to conduct himself in the face of Cosette and Marius's happiness? A happiness he himself had wanted, that he himself had made; he was the one who had stabbed himself in the guts with it, and, at this moment, looking back on it, he could feel the sort of satisfaction an armorer would have felt, recognizing his trademark on a blade as he yanked it, all fuming, out of his chest.
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The driver, a black silhouette upon his box, whipped up his bony horses. Icy silence in the coach. Marius, motionless, his body braced in the corner of the carriage, his head dropping down upon his breast, his arms hanging, his legs rigid, appeared to await nothing now but a coffin; Jean Valjean seemed made of shadow, and Javert of stone.
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intriguing
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In becoming dirt, she has been turned to stone. To touch her is to feel a chill.
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To fall into it again in appearance was to leave it behind in reality! He had to do it! He would have done nothing if he didn't do that! His whole life would have been useless, all his penitence wasted, and there would be only one thing left to say: What is the point?
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exquisite--such was Fantine; and beneath these feminine adornments and these ribbons one could divine a statue, and in that statue a soul.
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Suddenly she let fly with this: "It's nice here!" It was a ghastly dump, but she felt free."
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Ignominy thirsts for respect.
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your name is My Brother.
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he never was known to have a sweetheart; he had not time to be in love.
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To love or have loved is enough. Don't ask for anything more. There is no other pearl to be found in the shadowy folds of life. To love is an achievement.
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in our civilization there are fearful hours - such are those when the criminal law pronounces shipwreck upon a man. What a mournful moment is that in which society withdraws itself and gives up a thinking being forever.
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It is sad to tell, but after having tried society, which had caused his misfortune, he tried Providence which created society, and condemned it also.
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What dangers you run, O noble souls! Often, you give your heart, but we take only your body. Your heart is left to you and you look at it in the shadows and shudder.
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