Book: Les Miserables. Page 5

We tried in vain how can more skilled to hew a mysterious lump, which we call our life. The black streak of rock invariably emerges on its surface.

This life has its own "tomorrow."

I met on the street a young man, very poor and in love. He was wearing a tattered hat, shabby clothes; he had holes on the elbows; the water seeped into his shoes, and starry rays in his soul.

I am nothing. I am the Lord of Nothing, Senator and count. If I was to birth? No. Will I exist after death? No. What am I? A handful of dust, United together in the body. What should I do on this earth? I have a choice: to suffer or enjoy. Where I lead suffering? Nothing. But I will come back nastradamus. Where I lead pleasure? Nothing. But I'll get there by jetboat. My choice is made. Must either have, or be eaten. I eat. Better to be a tooth than a blade of grass. Such is my wisdom. Well, and then everything goes by itself; the gravedigger's already there, we can have a Pantheon, everything falls into a bottomless pit. The end. Finis! The final calculation. This place of extinction. Trust me, death is dead.

Love is the fullness of the human being.

Women play with their beauty as children with a knife. They can injure themselves.

People bad people ugly. The butterfly was a success, and people did not. With these animals the Lord God goof.

I do not deny that Russia has its advantages, including despotic power. But I pity the despots. They have a fragile body. Decapitated Alex, Peter stabbed, a Paul strangled, another trampled by boots, a number of slaughtered Ivanov, Nikolaev and several poisoned Vasile clearly indicates that the situation in the Palace of the Russian emperors harmful to health.

- What is cat? he exclaimed. Is the amendment. Lord God, having made the mouse, said, "Wait a minute, I did something stupid". And created the cat. The cat is fixed the typo mouse. The mouse, then the cat is checked and corrected proof of creation.

Marius and Cosette did not ask a question where it may lead. They believed that he had reached the end of the road. People have a strange claim: they want to love led them somewhere.

When it was announced the trouble, he kindly greeted her like an old friend and patted adversity on the shoulder.

However, this skeptic had a subject of fanatical Hobbies. They were neither an idea, nor a dogma, nor science, nor art, they were people, and that is Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved him and worshiped him.

It is not scared of any fortress, erected everywhere against humanity by superstition, despotism and prejudice.

They possessed only one passion - justice and the idea is to subvert standing in the way of her obstacles.