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What are the convulsions of a city compared to the emeutes of the soul? Man is a depth still more profound than the people.
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Every skull-cap may dream of the tiara. The priest is nowadays the only man who can become a king in a regular manner; and what a king! the supreme king.
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You have to be used to the twists of fate and being caught up in them to dare lift your eyes when certain questions appear in all their horrible starkness. Good or evil are behind the stern question mark. What are you going to do? asks the Sphinx. The habit of undergoing trials by fire is one Jean Valjean had acquired. He looked the sphinx full in the face. He examined the merciless problem from every angle.
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We are never done, then, with conscience. Make up your mind what to do with it, Brutus; make up your mind what to do with it, Cato. It is without end, being God. We throw into this bottomless pit a lifetime of labor, we throw into it our fortune, we throw into it our success, we throw into it our liberty or our country, we throw into it our well-being, we throw into it our repose, we throw into it our joy. More! More! More! Empty the vessel..
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Was it possible that Napoleon should have won that battle? We answer No. Why? Because of Wellington? Because of Blucher? No. Because of God.
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Pierce through the livid face of a human being at certain moments as they ponder, look behind the facade, look into the soul, look into the darkness. There, beneath the outer silence, titanic struggles are taking place. What a somber thing is this infinity that each man carries within him and against which he measures in despair what his his brain wants and what his life puts into action!
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Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over, this is recognized: that the human race has been harshly treated, but that it has advanced.
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Nothing supplies the place of this instinct. All the nuns in the world are not worth as much as one mother in the formation of a young girl's soul.
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V'e uno spettacolo piu grande del mare, ed e il cielo; v'e uno spettacolo piu grande del cielo, ed e l'interno dell'anima. Far il poema della coscienza umana, foss'anco d'un sol uomo, del piu infimo fra gli uomini, sarebbe come fondere tutte le epopee in un'epopea superiore e definitiva. La coscienza e il caos delle chimere, delle cupidigie e dei tentativi, la fornace dei sogni, l'antro delle idee di cui si ha vergogna; e il pandemonio dei ..
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It is immoral that a mattress should have so much power. Triumph of that which yields over that which strikes with lightning. But never mind, glory to the mattress which annuls a cannon!
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Everyday he saw better, and he began to climb slowly, one by one, almost reluctantly at first then, with intoxication and, as though drawn by an irresistible fascination, steps that started off dark, then gradually became dimly illuminated, only to end in the luminous and splendid blaze of enthusiasm.
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owing money was the beginning of slavery ..... a creditor was worse than a boss, for a boss only owns your person but a creditor owns your dignity and can slap it around.
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Victor Hugo |
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When all was said, his fate, however ugly it might prove to be, was in his own hands; he was its master.
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A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?
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Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in all things write the word finis in time; we must restrain ourselves, when it becomes urgent, draw the bolt on the appetite, play a fantasia on the violin, then break the strings with our own hand.
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To see nothing of a person makes it possible to credit him with all the perfection.
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He returned the money with a graceful letter saying that he had found a means of livelihood which would supply him with all his needs. At the moment he had three francs in the world.
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Aures habet, et non audiet.
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Abstruse speculations contain vertigo.
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He fell to the seat, she by his side. There no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that their lips met? How is it that the birds sing, the the snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawn whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills?
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nature
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He had, like everyone else, his suffix ist, without which nobody could have lived in those days, but he was neither a royalist, nor a Bonapartist, nor a chartist, nor an Orleanist, nor an anarchist; he was an old-bookist.
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It was a garbage heap, and it was Sinai.
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Those who have succeeded in procuring this admirable materialism have the joy of feeling themselves irresponsible, and of thinking that they can devour everything without uneasiness,--places, sinecures, dignities, power, whether well or ill acquired, lucrative recantations, useful treacheries, savory capitulations of conscience,--and that they shall enter the tomb with their digestion accomplished.
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That figure stood for a long time wholly in the light; this arose from a certain legendary dimness evolved by the majority of heroes, and which always veils the truth for a longer or shorter time; but to-day history and daylight have arrived. That light called history is pitiless; it possesses this peculiar and divine quality, that, pure light as it is, and precisely because it is wholly light, it often casts a shadow in places where people..
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light
napoleon-boneparte
tyrant
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Light renders healthy.
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In all his trials he felt encouraged and sometimes even upbourne by a secret force within. The soul helps the body, and at certain moments uplifts it. It is the only bird which sustains its cage.
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Se quereis saber o que e a revolucao, chamai-lhe Progresso, se quereis saber o que e o progresso, chamai-lhe Amanha
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Night sometimes lends such tragic assistance to catastrophe.
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philosophical
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victor hugo, Les Contemplations, Mors Je vis cette faucheuse. Elle etait dans son champ. Elle allait a grands pas moissonnant et fauchant, Noir squelette laissant passer le crepuscule. Dans l'ombre ou l'on dirait que tout tremble et recule, L'homme suivait des yeux les lueurs de la faulx. Et les triomphateurs sous les arcs triomphaux Tombaient ; elle changeait en desert Babylone, Le trone en echafaud et l'echafaud en trone, Les roses..
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Asociad estas dos ideas, Paris y la infancia, que contienen la una todo el fuego, la otra toda la aurora; haced que choquen estas dos chispas, y el resultado es un pequeno ser.
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A beautiful woman is a casus belli; a pretty woman is flagrant misdemeanour. All the invasions of history have been determined by petticoats.
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Que habia esta vez en la mirada de la joven? Marius no hubiera podido decirlo. No habia nada y lo habia todo. Fue un relampago extrano. [...] Es una especie de ternura indecisa que se revela al azar y que espera. Es una trampa que la inocencia arma sin saberlo, donde atrapa a dos corazones sin quererlo.
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La sua vita era ancora troppo breve, per sapere che non c'e cosa piu imminente dell'impossibile, e che quanto dobbiamo sempre prevedere e l'imprevisto.
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life
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Je veux dire que l'homme a un tyran, l'ignorance. J'ai vote la fin de ce tyran-la. Ce tyran-la a engendre la royaute, qui est l'autorite prise dans le faux, tandis que la science est l'autorite prise dans le vrai. L'homme ne doit etre gouverne que par la science. -- Et la conscience, ajouta l'eveque. -- C'est la meme chose. La conscience, c'est la quantite de science innee que nous avons en nous.
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While they were thus embarrassed, a large chest was brought and deposited in the presbytery for the Bishop, by two unknown horsemen, who departed on the instant. The chest was opened; it contained a cope of cloth of gold, a mitre ornamented with diamonds, an archbishop's cross, a magnificent crosier,--all the pontifical vestments which had been stolen a month previously from the treasury of Notre Dame d'Embrun. In the chest was a paper, on ..
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The episcopal palace of D---- adjoins the hospital.
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Examine the road over which the fault has passed. - Charles Francios Bienvenu Myriel
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As for wine, he drank water.
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He was fond of saying, "There is a bravery of the priest as well as the bravery of a colonel of dragoons,--only," he added, "ours must be tranquil." --
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The sixth of January, 1482, is not, however, a day of which history has preserved the memory. There was nothing notable in the event which thus set the bells and the bourgeois of Paris in a ferment from early morning. It was neither an assault by the Picards nor the Burgundians, nor a hunt led along in procession, nor a revolt of scholars in the town of Laas, nor an entry of "our much dread lord, monsieur the king," nor even a pretty hangin..
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The Revolution came; events succeeded each other with precipitation; the parliamentary families, decimated, pursued, hunted down, were dispersed. M. Charles Myriel emigrated to Italy at the very beginning of the Revolution. There his wife died of a malady of the chest, from which she had long suffered. He had no children. What took place next in the fate of M. Myriel? The ruin of the French society of the olden days, the fall of his own fam..
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Revolution
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This Boulatruelle was a man in bad odour with the people of the neighbourhood; he was too respectful, too humble, prompt to doff his cap to everybody; he always trembled and smiled in the presence of the gendarmes, was probably in secret connection with robber-bands, said the gossips, and suspected of lying in wait in the hedge corners at nightfall. He had nothing in his favour except that he was a drunkard.
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Lavorava per vivere; poi, sempre per vivere, poiche anche il cuore ha fame, amo.
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