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Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children.
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To rise from error to truth is rare and beautiful.
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Style is the substance of the subject called unceasingly to the surface.
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Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
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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.
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Fashions have done more harm than revolutions.
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Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds.
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A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
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Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.
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Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?
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Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.
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Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.
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Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you in his image, I reply that he must have been very ugly.
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If you don't build castles in the air you won't build anything on the ground.
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Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign.
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Taste is the common sense of genius.
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It is by suffering that human beings become angels.
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Do not forget, do not ever forget, that you have promised me to use the money to make yourself an honest man.' Valjean, who did not recall having made any promise, was silent. The bishop had spoken the words slowly and deliberately. He concluded with a solemn emphasis: Jean Valjean, my brother, you no longer belong to what is evil but to what is good. I have bought your soul to save it from black thoughts and the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God.
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Common sense is in spite of, not as the result of education.
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Nations, like stars, are entitled to eclipse. All is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not become endless night. Dawn and resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is the same as the survival of the soul.
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It is most pleasant to commit a just action which is disagreeable to someone whom one does not like.
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Those who do not weep, do not see.
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Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.
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Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace.