There are no trifles in the human story, no trifling leaves on the tree.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

When a man understands the art of seeing, he can trace the spirit of an age and the features of a king even in the knocker on a door.

Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest.

Revery, which is thought in its nebulous state, borders closely upon the land of sleep, by which it is bounded as by a natural frontier.

There are many tongues to talk, and but few heads to think.

Forget not, never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man.... Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!