In 1815, M. Charles Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D-----. He was a man of seventy-five, and had occupied the bishopric of D----- since 1806. Although it in no manner concerns, even in the remotest degree, what we have to relate, it may not be useless, were it only for the sake of exactness in all things, to notice here the reports and gossip which had arisen on his account from the time of his arrival in the diocese.

Daring is the price of progress. All splendid conquests are the prize of boldness, more or less.

But when ill indeed, Even dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.

The left-handed are precious; they take places which are inconvenient for the rest.

Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city.

It is most pleasant to commit a just action which is disagreeable to someone whom one does not like.

Freedom begins where it ends ignorance.