The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself or more correctly being loved in spite of yourself.
This 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.
Homo homini monstrum.
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 cirumstances. He said, ‘Let me see how the fault arose.
Be serious,” said Enjolras. “I am wild,” replied Grantaire.
Ninety-three” was the war of Europe against France, and of France against Paris. And what was the Revolution? It was the victory of France over Europe, and of Paris over France. Hence the immensity of that terrible moment?, ’93, greater than all the rest of the century.
The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for one’s own sake – let us say rather, loved in spite of one’s self.
The first symptom of love in a young man is shyness; the first symptom in a woman, it’s boldness.
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 metaphoric rags.
To love or to have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further.
With a tiny bit of effort, the nettle would be useful; if you neglect it, it becomes a pest. So then we kill it. How many men are like nettles... My friends, there is no such thing as a weed and no such thing as a bad man. There are only bad cultivators.
You who are Prejudice, Abuse, Ignominy, Oppression, Iniquity, Despotism, Injustice, Fanaticism, beware of the wide-eyed urchin. He will grow up.
Il y a des gens qui paieraient pour se vendre.
A soul for a piece of bread. Misery makes the offer; society accepts.
It was all over with him. Marius loved a woman. His destiny was entering upon the unknown.
Sikap hati-hati adalah anak sulung kebijaksanaan.
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.
The slightest contact with logic makes all false arguments disintegrate.
Dream no small dreams. They have no power to stir the hearts of men.
What is more melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every instant.