The ode lives upon the ideal, the epic upon the grandiose, the drama upon the real.
It is most pleasant to commit a just action which is disagreeable to someone whom one does not like.
He did not study God; he was dazzled by him.
To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the 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.
Strong and bitter words indicate a weak cause.