Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?

“What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on…”

“In this nineteenth century, the religious idea is undergoing a crisis. People a…”

“M. Myriel had to undergo the fate of every newcomer in a little town, where the…”

“So long as there shall exist, by reason of law and custom, a social condemnatio…”