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Man is not a circle with a single center; he is an ellipse with two focii. Facts are one, ideas are the other.

Joie est mon caractere, C'est la faute a Voltaire; Misere est mon trousseau C'est la faute a Rousseau. [Joy is my character, 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Misery is my trousseau 'Tis the fault of Rousseau.] - Gavroche

Phoebus de Chateaupers likewise came to a 'tragic end': he married.

Dost thou understand? I love thee! he cried again. What love! said the unhappy girl with a shudder. He resumed,--The love of a damned soul.

The bureau is closed, said Gavroche. I'm receiving no more complaints.

Nothing is small, in fact; any one who is subject to the profound and penetrating influence of nature knows this.

See Monsieur Geborand, buying a pennyworth of paradise.

Il possédait comme tout le monde sa terminaison en iste, sans laquelle personne n'aurait pu vivre en ce temps-là, mais il n'était ni royaliste, ni bonapartiste, ni chartiste, ni orléaniste, ni anarchiste; il était bouquiniste.

Monsieur, innocence is its own crown. Innocence has no truck with highness. It is as august in rags as it is draped in the fleur-de-lis.

There is, we are aware, a philosophy that denies the infinite. There is also a philosophy, classified as pathologic, that denies the sun; this philosophy is called blindness.

Mankind is not a circle with a single centre but an ellipse with two focal points of which facts are one and ideas the other.

Enjolras caught glimpses of a luminous uprising under the dark skirts of the future.

No era la facultad de amar lo que le faltaba, sino la posibilidad.

It is a shame that I am ignorant, otherwise I would quote to you a mass of things; but I know nothing.

It seemed as though he had for a soul the book of the natural law.

The shadow of the passions of the moment transversed this grand and gentle spirit occupied with eternal things.

If there is anything more poignant than a body agonizing for want of bread, it is a soul dying for hunger of light.

Love is a fault; so be it. Fantine was innocence floating high over fault.

imala je hladno srce. Nije to bila njena krivnja, nije joj nedostajalao sposobnosti da voli; jao! nedostajala joj je mogu?nost.

The episcopal palace of D—— adjoins the hospital.

Nothing is so charming as the ruddy tints that happiness can shed around a garret room.

It is possible to conceive of something even more terrible than a hell of suffering, and that is a hell of boredom.

these cause the ideas of renunciation and solitude to germinate in him? Was he, in the midst

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.