Success is a very hideous thing. Its false resemblance to merit deceives men.

“Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he sat up, a long stream of blood rolle…”

“She had spears of straw and grass in her hair, not like Ophelia gone mad throug…”

“Long live the Republic! I'm one of them."Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam…”

“He said to himself, that this child had a right to know life before renouncing …”