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Dusa se ne predaje ocaju pre nego iscrpe sve obmane
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Cossette, al saber que era hermosa, perdio la gracia de ignorarlo; gracia exquisita, porque la belleza realzada por la sencillez es inefable, y no hay nada mas digno de adoracion que una inocencia deslumbradora que lleva en la mano, sin saberlo, la llave de un paraiso.
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The reader will pardon us another little digression; foreign to the object of this book but characteristic and useful . . . .
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We are not obliged to sound the Bishop of D---- on the score of orthodoxy. In the presence of such a soul we feel ourselves in no mood but respect. The conscience of the just man should be accepted on his word. Moreover, certain natures being given, we admit the possible development of all beauties of human virtue in a belief that differs from our own.
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I don't want your money," said she."
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Jean Valjean opened his eyes and looked at the bishop with an expression which no human tongue can describe.
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It was the second white apparition which he had encountered. The Bishop had caused the dawn of virtue to rise on his horizon; Cosette caused the dawn of love to rise.
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Moreover, and we must not forget this, interests which are not very friendly to the ideal and the sentimental are in the way. Somestimes the stomach paralyzes the heart.
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The supreme happiness of life is that we are loved; loved for ourselves - say rather, loved in spite of ourselves
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The French Revolution, which is nothing more nor less than the ideal armed with the sword, rose abruptly, and by that very movement, closed the door of evil and opened the door of good. It released the question, promulgated truth, drove away miasma, purified the century, crowned the people. We can say it created man a second time, in giving him a second soul, his rights. Page 997 Saint-Denis chapter 7 Argot part III
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At the same time, his ideas underwent an extraordinary change. The phases of this change were numerous and successive.
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An army is a strange masterpiece of combination where force results from an enormous sum of impotence. Thus is war, made by humanity against humanity, despite humanity, explained.
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The sunshine was delightful, the foliage gently astir, more from the activity of birds than from the breeze. One gallant little bird, doubtless lovelorn, was singing his heart out at the top of a tall tree.
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There is M. Geborand purchasing paradise for a sou.
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Are you what is called a lucky man? Well, you are sad every day. Each day has its great grief or its little care... Hardly one day in a hundred of unbroken joy and sunshine. And you are of that small number who at lucky! As for the other men, stagnant night is upon them.
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life
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Thoughtful minds make little use of this expression: the happy and the unhappy. In this world, clearly a vestibule of another, no one is happy.
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Chapter3
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novels
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In the course of these trips he was kind and indulgent, and talked rather than preached. He never went far in search of his arguments and his examples. He quoted to the inhabitants of one district the example of a neighboring district. In the cantons where they were harsh to the poor, he said: "Look at the people of Briancon! They have conferred on the poor, on widows and orphans, the right to have their meadows mown three days in advance o..
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The shadow of the passions of the moment transversed this grand and gentle spirit occupied with eternal things.
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worship
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He felt as though his brain were on fire. She had come to him, what joy! And then, how she had looked at him! She seemed more beautiful than ever before. Beautiful with a beauty that combined all of the woman with all of the angel, a beauty that would have made Petrarch sing and Dante kneel. He felt as though he were swimming in the deep blue sky. At the same time he was horribly disconcerted, because there was dust on his boots.
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He kissed the handkerchief, inhaled its perfume, put it over his heart, against his flesh in the daytime, and at night went to sleep with it on his lips. "I feel her whole soul in it!" he exclaimed. The handkerchief belonged to the old gentleman, who had simply dropped it from his pocket."
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By continually going out for reverie, a day comes when you go out to drown yourself.
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L'ignorance vaut encore mieux que la mauvaise science.
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No temamos nunca a los ladrones ni a los asesinos. Temamonos a nosotros mismos, porque los grandes peligros se encuentran dentro de nosotros
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My znaem, chto sushchestvuet filosofiia, otritsaiushchaia beskonechnost'. Sushchestvuet takzhe filosofiia, otritsaiushchaia solntse; etu filosofiiu, otnosiashchuiusia k oblasti patologii, imenuiut slepotoi. Vozvodit' nedostaiushchee nam chuvstvo v istochnik istiny - na eto sposobna lish' derzkaia samouverennost' sleptsa.
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Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?
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Civil war--what does that mean? Is there a foreign war? Is not all war between men, war between brothers? War is qualified only by its object. There is no such thing as foreign or civil war; there is only just and unjust war. Until that day when the grand human agreement is concluded, war, that at least which is the effort of the future, which is hastening on against the past, which is lagging in the rear, may be necessary. What have we to ..
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Jean Valjean understood thoroughly the expiation of the former; that personal expiation, the expiation for one's self. But he did not understand that of these last, that of creatures without reproach and without stain, and he trembled as he asked himself: The expiation of what? What expiation? A voice within his conscience replied: "The most divine of human generosities, the expiation for others." Here all personal theory is withheld; we ar..
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Let us never fear robbers or murders. Those are dangerous from without, Teddy dangerous. Let us be ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves. What matters it what threatens our head or our purse! Let us think only of that which threatens our soul.
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sin-nature
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Nothing is so charming as the ruddy tints that happiness can shed around a garret room.
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Alas! that was the greatest of sacrifices, the most poignant of victories, the final step to be taken, but he must do it. Mournful destiny! he could only enter into the sanctity in the eyes of God, by returning into infamy in the eyes of men!
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As long as there are miserables there will be a cloud on the horizon that can become a phantom and a phantom that can become Marat.
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All this ferment was public, we might almost say tranquil. The imminent insurrection gathered its storm calmly in the face of the government. No singularity was lacking in this crisis, still subterranean, but already perceptible. The middle class talked quietly with workingmen about the preparations. They would say, "How is the uprising coming along?" in the same tone in which they would have said, " How's your wife?"
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In Burgundy and in the cities of the South the tree of Liberty was planted. That is to say, a pole topped by the revolutionary red bonnet.
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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 long as 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 i..
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Teach the ignorant as much as you possibly can: society is culpable for not giving instruction gratis, and is responsible for the night it produces. This soul s full of darkness, and sin is committed, but the guilt person is not the man who commits the sin, but he who produces the darkness.
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We live in the midst of a gloomy society. Success; that is the lesson which falls drop by drop from the slope of corruption.
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The thinker who should turn aside from slang would resemble a surgeon who should avert his face from an ulcer or a wart. He would be like a philologist refusing to examine a fact in language, a philosopher hesitating to scrutinize a fact in humanity.
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Take care of the way in which you turn to the dead. Do not think of that which perishes. Look fixedly, and you will perceive the living light of your beloved dead in heaven.
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Oh, to lie side by side in the same tomb, hand in hand, and to gently touch a finger-tip from time to time in the darkness, would suffice for my eternity. You who suffer because you love, love more than ever. To die for love is to live by it.
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In the neighborhood she was called the Lark. People like figurative names and were happy to give a nickname to this child, no larger than a bird, trembling, frightened, and shivering, first to wake every morning in the house and the village, always in the street or in the fields before dawn. Except that the poor lark never sang.
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And these things took place, and the kings resumed their thrones, and the master of Europe was put in a cage, and the old regime became the new regime, and all the shadows and all the light of the earth changed place, because, on the afternoon of a certain summer's day, a shepherd said to a Prussian in the forest, "Go this way, and not that!"
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He had no shelter, no bread, no fire, no love; but he was merry because he was free.
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