Sublime

He performed a multitude of good actions, concealing his agency in them as a man conceals himself because of evil actions. He penetrated houses privately, at night; he ascended staircases furtively. A poor wretch on returning to his attic would find that his door had been opened, sometimes even forced, during his absence. The poor man made a clamor

l’âme la plus libre est celle qui est le plus esclave de la tyrannie de l’amour

She thought that, above this inn, she beheld the mysterious HERE of Providence.

expression of happy and celestial suffering, and he fixed his tranquil eye on Javert, who was still staring at him.

We do not claim that the portrait herewith presented is probable; we confine ourselves to stating that it resembles the original.

Does human nature thus change utterly and from top to bottom? Can the man created good by God be rendered wicked by man? Can the soul be completely made over by fate, and become evil, fate being evil? Can the heart become misshapen and contract incurable deformities and infirmities under the oppression of a disproportionate unhappiness, as the vert

“It is nothing to die; it is dreadful not to live.”

— Victor Hugo

He raised his head with an expression of sovereign authority, an expression all the more alarming in proportion as the authority rests on a low level, ferocious in the wild beast, atrocious in the man of no estate.