The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends, and guarded him.
Peace is the virtue of civilization. War is its crime.
I put a Phrygian cap on the old dictionary.
Pain is as diverse as man. One suffers as one can.
Marius was of the temperament that sinks into grief and remains there; Cosette was of the sort that plunges in and comes out again.
Monastic incarceration is castration.