Alas! What does death do with our soul? What nature does it give it? What does it take, and what does it leave with it? Where does it put it? Will it sometimes lend it eyes of flesh with which to look down upon the earth and weep?
Tempus edax homo edacior; which I willingly thus translate; “Time is blind, man is stupid.
Romanticism, so often ill-defined, is only... liberalism in literature.
Reeking blood, overcrowded cemeteries, weeping mothers – these are formidable plaintiffs. When the earth is suffering from a surcharge, there are mysterious moanings from the deeps that the heavens hear. Napoleon had been impeached before the Infinite, and his fall was decreed. He annoyed God. Waterloo is not a battle; it is the changing face of the universe.
It was one of those cases in which Jean Bart180 would have used the words he used to address to the sea each time he escaped shipwreck: “Cheated you, Englishman!” It is well known that when Jean Bart wanted to insult the ocean he called it the “Englishman.
During the years of suffering he reachd the conclusion that life was war in which he was one of the defeated. Hatred was his onlt weapon, and he resolved to sharpen it in prison and carry it with him when he left.
And you will keep me safe and you will keep me close and rain will make the flowers grow.
In 1482, Quasimodo was about twenty years of age; Claude Frollo, about thirty-six. One had grown up, the other had grown old.
These two products of a man’s labor often come together. At the very moment when you become rich you are paralyzed. That rounds off your life.
Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her.
Melancholy is a twilight. Suffering melts into it in sombre joy.
To travel is to be born and to die at every instant;.
What have we to fear, we who believe?
Por desgracia Dios les da aire a los hombres, pero la ley de lo vende. No acuso a la ley pero bendigo a Dios.
His eye was still fixed on the distant sloop. This fixed eye was like nothing to be seen on earth. In its calm and tragic depths there was something inexpressible. It contained such consolation as can be found for a dream not realized; it was the mournful acceptance of something that was now over.
It is our conviction that if souls were visible to the eyes, we should be able to see distinctly that strange thing that each one individual of the human race corresponds to some one of the species of the animal creation; and we could easily recognize this truth, hardly perceived by the thinker, that from the oyster to the eagle, from the pig to the tiger, all animals exist in man, and that each one of them is in a man. Sometimes even several of them at a time.
Let your rain be your wife’s tears. And let it never rain in your household.
Who knows how easily ambition disguises itself under the name of a calling, possibly in good faith and deceiving itself, in sanctimonious confusion?
All civilisation begins with a theocracy and ends with a democracy. This law of liberty succeeding unity is written in architecture.
Stronger than all the armies is an idea whose time has come.