Book: Les Miserables. Page 4

We live in a society shrouded in darkness. To succeed - that is the Supreme wisdom, which drop by drop falls from black clouds of self-interest hanging over humanity.
We note in passing that what, in fact, heinous thing - success. Its alleged similarity with the merit to lead people astray. Luck is for the crowd was almost identical to that superiority. The success of this twin talent, has one dupe - history. Only Juvenal and Tacitus a little grumble about him. In our days any more or less official philosophy enters the service of success, wears its livery and is the theory! Well-being involves the ability. Win the lottery, you're clever. Who won that honor. Are dressed in this whole thing! Be lucky - everything else will follow; be a minion of happiness you'll become a great man. Not counting the five or six Grand exceptions that Shine a whole century, all the admiration of contemporaries is due only to the myopia. The gold going for the gold. If you're the first counter is not a hindrance, if only luck was to meet you. Vulgar is an old Narcissus, in love with himself and applauding vulgarity. Huge talent, by which man is born Moses, Eshelon, Dante, Michelangelo, or a Napoleon, and immediately the crowd unanimously awarded to anyone who reached their goal, in whatever it consisted of. Let some notary became a Deputy; let a false Corneille wrote "Tiridates"; let the eunuch managed to get a harem; let a military Prudhomme accidentally ever won a battle of crucial importance for the era; let the chemist invent cardboard soles for the army of the Department of Sambre-and-Meuse and the issuing of cardboard over the skin, amassed capital, giving four hundred thousand livres of income; let a street peddler married rostovite and from this marriage was born seven or eight millions, of which father is he, and mother she; let the preacher in their nasal chatter received the Episcopal dignity; let managing the trading house was on the dismissal of such a rich man, that he was appointed Minister of Finance, all the people see the Genius, just as they see the Beauty in appearance of the Blunderbuss, and the Greatness of the neck of Claudius. The star-shaped footprints of the duck legs in the soft mud of the swamp they take for constellations in the bottomless depths of the sky.

Such a person certainly would deserve to not have political beliefs. Yes, will not misunderstand our idea - we don't equate the so-called "political beliefs" with an elevated desire for progress, with a high faith in the Fatherland, to the people in person, which must underlie the worldview of every noble-minded beings.

The true inequality in marriage inequality shower.

Argo almost no complains, it is limited to sighs; one of his wailing reached us: "Je n entrave que le dail comment meck, le daron des orgues, peut atiger ses mômes et ses momignards et les locher criblant atigé sans être lui-même".*

I do not understand you, but I will listen to you. When you hear your favorite voice, there is no need to understand the words.

- Today you have to listen to two sermons! he said. In the morning you told the priest, on the evening of the same wants to make grandpa. Listen: I want to give you one piece of advice. Adore each other. I'm not going to spread, I go straight to the goal and say to you: be happy! Pigeons are wiser than all the sages. Philosophers say: "Abundavita your joy", and I tell you: give free rein to your happiness. Love like crazy. Besites. Philosophers just babbling nonsense. I was happy to stick them back down your throat their entire philosophy. Can you ever have too many fragrances, too many blossoming pink buds, the singing of nightingales, green leaves, too much dawn in life? Is it possible more than you need to like each other? Is it possible too love each other? Yes, Marius, Yes, Cosette, you do well: boldly live for each other, love each other and make us burst with rage that we can't imitate you. Adore each other! Pick up from the ground all the straws of happiness in the world, and weave for them into a nest for life. Cosette may be the sun for Marius, and Marius for Cosette's universe.

Under the pretext of a return to common sense should not go too low.

Love is the only happiness on earth. Everything else is a Vale of tears.
To love, to experience love - that is enough. Do not demand more. You will not find the other gems in the dark recesses of life. Love is the accomplishment.

Nation, frozen into dead dogmas, or corrupted by greed, the to advance civilization.

Here require caution in the selection of acquaintances; just as from the neighborhood with zaboski is the loss of heat from the proximity to persons deserving of contempt, there is a loss of respect.

Such piety is like a cold. Do you smell of life. Nor any of its stench or flavor.

He felt a strange flour, as if his mind suddenly removed cataract.

Happiness is dry like stale bread. They can have a snack, but not lunch. I crave excess, thirst, useless, reckless, excessive, just that no matter what is not need.

The grave digger becomes cheerful when it is a child.