In 1815, M. Charles-francois-bienvenu Myriel Was Bishop

Friend Is Sometimes A Word Devoid Of Meaning; Enemy, Never.

A Cannonball Travels Only Two Thousand Miles An Hour; Light Travels Two Hundred Thousand Miles A Second. Such Is The Superiority Of Jesus Christ Over Napoleon.

Every Bird Which Flies Has The Thread Of The Infinite In Its Claw.

Taste Is The Common Sense Of Genius.

There Exists, At The Bottom Of All Abasement And Misfortune, A Last Extreme Which Rebels And Joins Battle With The Forces Of Law And Respectability In A Desperate Struggle, Waged Partly By Cunning And Partly By Violence, At Once Sick And Ferocious, In Which It Attacks The Prevailing Social Order With The Pin-pricks Of Vice And The Hammer-blows Of Crime.