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Success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblances to merit.... They confound the brilliance of the firmament with the star-shaped footprints of a duck in the mud.
While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: 'Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday.' No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now Friday.
Many great actions are committed in small struggles.
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It is most pleasant to commit a just action which is disagreeable to someone whom one does not like.
My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic.
Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.
Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing upon each other.
That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.
There comes an hour when protest no longer suffices; after philosophy there must be action; the strong hand finishes what the idea has sketched.
Friend is sometimes a word devoid of meaning; enemy, never.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.
At the shrine of friendship never say die, let the wine of friendship never run dry
The greatest blunders, like the thickest ropes, are often compounded of a multitude of strands. Take the rope apart, separate it into the small threads that compose it, and you can break them one by one. You think, That is all there was! But twist them all together and you have something tremendous.
I have examined the death penalty under each of its two aspects: as a direct action, and as an indirect one. What does it come down to? Nothing but something horrible and useless, nothing but a way of shedding blood that is called a crime when an individual commits it, but is sadly called "justice" when society brings it about. Make no mistake, you lawmakers and judges, in the eyes of God as in those of conscience, what is a crime when individuals do it is no less an offense when society commits the deed.
A house is built of logs and stone, of tiles and posts and piers; a home is built of loving deeds that stand a thousand years.
What is fright by night is curiosity by day.
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If a man has his throat cut in Paris, it's a murder. If 50,000 people are murdered in the east, it is a question.
