Les Misérables

To dare; that is the price of progress.

One must eat or be eaten. I shall eat. It is better to be the tooth than the grass

town, where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think

Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators."

Both had wings, the one like an angel, the other like a goose.

"And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you."

"Oh, you who are! "Ecclesiastes calls you the All-powerful; the Maccabees call you the Creator; the Epistle to the Ephesians calls you liberty; Baruch calls you Immensity; the Psalms call you Wisdom and Truth; John calls you Light; the Books of Kings call you Lord; Exodus calls you Providence; Leviticus, Sanctity; Esdras, Justice; the creation calls you God; man calls you Father; but Solomon calls you Compassion, and that is the most beautiful of all your names."

He understood how to say the grandest things in the most vulgar of idioms. As he spoke all tongues, he entered into all hearts.

The beautiful is as useful as the useful."

The most beautiful of altars," he said, "is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thanking God."