Book: Les Miserables. Page 2

Ideal for Javert was not to be humane, generous, sublime, and to be perfect.

The fate of people meet sheer cliffs where you can't escape, where all of life seems a deep chasm.

People are willing to die just to kill.

Here's a simple-minded soldier, yesterday a peasant from the boss or from the Limousin, with cleaver on the side, which hangs out near the nurses with children in the Luxembourg gardens; here the pale young student bent over a anatomic drug, or over the book, the blond young man shaving his beard with scissors, - take both of them, breathe in them a sense of duty, put against each other at the intersection Bushra or stalled TA-Libre, make one fight for his flag, and the other for his ideal, and let them both imagine that they are fighting for their homeland. Will start a huge battle, and shadows cast by this marine and this medical College during a match at the great epic the arena, where a struggling mankind, will be equal to the shadow Megarian king of Lycia, the homeland of tigers, Savusavu in the iron embrace of the mighty Ajax of a divine.

Kombetar replied with a stern grin:
- Some people are familiar with the rules of honor, as astronomers with the stars: only from afar.

This fixed smile caused by too developed jaw, which did not seem to have enough skin reveals only the teeth and not the soul.

In one Eastern tale says that God created the white rose, but Adam looked at her when she blossomed, and she was ashamed and had turned bright red.

Despair - the last weapon, which sometimes lead to victory, as Virgil said. Extreme determination is a last resort. Sometimes to jump into the abyss of death is a way to avoid the crash, and the lid of the coffin then becomes a saving Board.

Alas, the greatest challenge, say better, the only test of that is the loss of the beloved one!

Marius had lived too little, he still did not know that there is nothing inevitability than the impossible, and what should always expect the unexpected.

The proximity of the grave expands the horizon of thought; when you stand in the face of death, eyes reveals the truth.

Nothing can compare with the hand of the people, when you need to build all that building destroying.

- Flock! - exclaimed Borell. Is a polite form of the word "herd".

"Sir," said the Barber, - and as the Emperor was kept on the horses?
Bad. He could not fall. So he never fell.