Is there not in every human soul a primitive spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world and immortal in the next, which can be developed by goodness, kindled, lit up, and made to radiate, and which evil can never entirely extinguish.

“Le suprême bonheur dans la vie,c'est la conviction qu'on est aimé..”

“Cosette, in her seclusion, like Marius in his, was all ready to take fire. Dest…”

“The memory of an absent person shines in the deepest recesses of the heart, shi…”

“There is M. Geborand purchasing paradise for a sou.”