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.

The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land.

They say love is blindness of heart; I say not to love is blindness.

God has made the cat to give man the pleasure of caressing the tiger.

If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!

The flesh is the upper surface of the unknown.

Men hate those to whom they have to lie.