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.
This is the shade of difference: the door of the physician should never be shut, the door of the priest should always be open.
An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.
One becomes gradually accustomed to poison.
He who has seen the misery of man only has seen nothing, he must see the misery of woman; he who has seen the misery of woman only has seen nothing, he must see the misery of childhood.
That’s life” said the philosopher each time he was almost laid prostrate, “It’s often our best friends who make us fall.
Am I not as much a doctor as they? I too have my patients; in the first place, theirs, whom they call sick; and then my own, whom I call unfortunate.
Not ill? No truly, I am young, healthful, and strong; the blood flows freely in my veins; my limbs obey my will; I am robust in mind and body, constituted for a long life. Yes, all this is true; and yet, nevertheless, I have an illness, a fatal illness, – an illness given by the hand of man!
So how do magistrates understand the word civilization? Where do we stand with it? Justice reduced to subterfuge and trickery! The law to machinations! Appalling!
Certain persons are malicious solely through a necessity for talking. Their conversation, the chat of the drawing-room, gossip of the anteroom, is like those chimneys which consume wood rapidly; they need a great amount of combustibles; and their combustibles are furnished by their neighbors.
Nisi Dominus custodierit domum, in vanum vigilant qui custodiunt eam,” Unless the Lord guard the house, in vain do they watch who guard it.
Indeed, is not that all, and what more can be desired? A little garden to walk, and immensity to reflect on. At his feet something to cultivate and gather; above his head something to study and meditate upon: a few flowers on the earth, and all the stars in the sky.
The sole social evil is darkness; humanity is identity, for all men are made of the same clay.
When we reach out to pluck a flower the stem trembles, seeming both to shrink and to offer itself. The human body has something of this tremor at the moment when the mysterious hand of death reaches out to pluck a soul.