Book: Les Miserables

Every blade is a two-edged weapon. Whoever wounds another will be wounded himself.

The flame of the torch is like the wisdom of cowards: it does not illuminate well because it trembles.

Oddly enough, the first sign of true love in a young man is shyness, in a young girl - courage. It's amazing, and yet it couldn't be easier. The two sexes, striving to get closer, borrow the properties they lack from each other.

At a certain stage of need, the poor man, stupid, no longer complains about evil and does not thank for the good.

Those who are shining with light cry at least over those who are in darkness.

Feeling unloved, Marius himself refused to love.

Here everything was judged - about deeds and about people. They mocked the century, which freed them from the labor of understanding it.

Waterloo is the primary battle won by the secondary general.

And nothing could have made a more painful and more terrible impression than this face, which, so to speak, reflected all the filth of good.

Misfortune educates the mind.

But the brigands, monseigneur, the brigands!
- In fact, the Bishop said, - I had almost forgotten about them. You are right. I can meet them. In all likelihood, and they also need someone to tell them about the Lord God.
- Monsignor, but their whole gang! This is a pack of wolves!
- Mr. mayor, and may be, Jesus commands me to be a shepherd of this flock. God works in mysterious ways!
- Monsignor, they will Rob you.
- I have nothing.
- They will kill you.
- Kill the old priest who goes on his way, muttering prayers? Full! Why should they?
- Oh My God! What if you meet them!
- I'll ask them alms for my poor.
- Don't go, Monsieur, for God's sake! You risk your life.
- Mr. mayor, the Bishop said, is that it? I live in the world, to the souls of human sung, and not about his own life.

He had a look like he is always engaged in the contemplation of something terrible. Indeed, he was preoccupied.

Wanting to die is to die.

One of the properties of generous women to give in.