Javert, though hideous, was not ignoble.

“Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.”

“Dost thou understand? I love thee!" he cried again. "What love!" said the unhap…”

“Idleness, pleasure, what abysses! To do nothing is a dreary course to take, be …”

“There are men who work hard, digging for gold: he worked hard, digging for pity…”