Jean Valjean watched these ravages with anxiety. He who felt that he could never do anything but crawl, walk at the most, beheld wings sprouting on Cosette.

“Desgraciado quien no haya amado mas que cuerpos, formas y apariencias. La muert…”

“Я много размышлял про важные дела.Вот мудрость: господа благодарить почаще,Люби…”

“And must I now begin to doubt - who never doubted all these years? My heart is …”

“He who has seen the misery of man only has seen nothing, he must see the misery…”