The world of sleep has an existence of its own.

Whom man kills, him God restoreth to life.

When liberty returns, I will return.

Marius was of the temperament that sinks into grief and remains there; Cosette was of the sort that plunges in and comes out again.

Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later on, it is ominous.

The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.

A fixed idea ends in madness or heroism.