Do not let it be your aim to be something, but to be someone.

This child whom we Love, Brings daylight Into our soul.

M. Myriel had to undergo the fate of every newcomer in a little town, where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think.

The malicious have a dark happiness.

Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.

Yes, instruction! Light! Light! Everything comes from light, and to everything it returns.

In saying no to progress, it is not the future which they condemn, but themselves. They give themselves a melancholy disease; they inoculate themselves with the past. There is but one way of refusing tomorrow, that is to die.