To Divinise Is Human, To Humanise Is

One Cannot Resist An Idea Whose Time Has Come.

All The Human And Animal Manure Which The World Wastes, If Returned To The Land, Instead Of Being Thrown Into The Sea, Would Suffice To Nourish The World.

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.

A Thousand Men Enslaved Fear One Beast Free.

Melancholy Is The Pleasure Of Being Sad.