We pray together, we are afraid together, and then we go to sleep. Even if Satan came into the house, no one would interfere. After all, what is there to fear in this house? There is always one with us who is the strongest. Satan may visit our house, but the good Lord lives here.

And must I now begin to doubt - who never doubted all these years? My heart is stone, and still it trembles. The world I have known is lost in the shadows. Is he from heaven or from hell? And does he know, that granting me my life today, this man has killed me, even so. - Javert

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.

Have courage for the great sorrows of life, and patience for the small ones. And when you have finished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.

He had the confidence of a man who had never been wounded.

There are instincts which respond to all the chance meetings in life. The little girl was not afraid.

What have we to fear, we who believe?

In the neighborhood she was called the Lark. People like figurative names and were happy to give a nickname to this child, no larger than a bird, trembling, frightened, and shivering, first to wake every morning in the house and the village, always in the street or in the fields before dawn. Except that the poor lark never sang.

Memories are our strength. When night attempts to return, we must light up the great dates, as we would light torches.

A torch-flame resembles the wisdom of cowards: it gives a poor light because it trembles.

To dare; that is the price of progress.

to all those unfortunate men who are widowers, I throw the sublime proclamation of Bonaparte to the army of Italy: Soldiers, you are in need of everything; the enemy has it.