M. Myriel had to undergo the fate of every newcomer in a little town, where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think.

“He left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger…”

“Let's not bring flame where light is enough.”

“The greatest products of architecture are less the works of individuals than of…”

“Passando fra gli insorti che si scostavano con religioso rispetto, [papà Mabeuf…”