This Child Whom We Love, Brings Daylight

You Who Suffer Because You Love, Love Still More. To Die Of Love, Is To Live By It.

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.

Sire, You Are Looking At A Plain Man, And I Am Looking At A Great Man. Each Of Us May Benefit.

Nothing Is Really Small; Whoever Is Open To The Deep Penetration Of Nature Knows This.

Let Us Fear Ourselves. Prejudices Are The Real Robbers; Vices Are The Real Murderers. The Great Dangers Lie Within Ourselves.