Les miserables Pictures.!

This is from the film Les Miserables...

Whether true or false, what is said about men often has as much influence on their lives, and particularly on their destinies, as what they do.

We do not claim that the portrait we present here is a true one, only that it comes close.

In passing, we might say that success is a hideous thing. Its false similarity to merit deceives men...They confuse heaven's radiant stars with a duck's footprint left in the mud.

Liberation is not deliverance. A convict may leave prison behind but not his sentence.

A thing that smoked and clacked along on the Seine, making the noise of a swimming dog, came and went beneath the windows of the Tuileries, from the Pont Royal to the Pont Louis XV; it was a machine of little value, a kind of toy, the daydream of a visionary, a utopia -- a steamboat. The Parisians regarded the useless thing with indifference.

Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in all things write the word finis in time; we must restrain ourselves, when it becomes urgent, draw the bolt on the appetite, play a fantasia on the violin, then break the strings with our own hand.

For Cosette, read Euphrasie. The name of the little one was Euprhasie. But the mother had made Cosette out of it, by that sweet and charming instinct of mothers and of the people, who change Josefa into Pepita, and Francoise into Sillette. It is a kind of derivation that confuses and disconcerts the entire science of etymology.

There are certain natures that cannot have love on one side without hatred on the other.

A soul for a piece of bread. Misery makes the offer; society accepts.

When they saw him making money, they said "He is a merchant." When they saw the way in which he scattered his money, they said, "He is ambitious. "When they saw him refuse honors, they said, "He is an adventurer."When they saw him repel the advances of the fashionable, they said, "He is a brute."

For prying into other people's affairs, none are equal to those of whom it is no concern.
The sunshine was enchanting: the branches of the trees had that gentle tremor of May that seems to come from the birds' nests more than from the wind. A hardy little bird, probably in love, was desperately singing away in a tall tree.

To paint a battle requires those mighty artists with chaos in their brush.

He plainly perceived the truth: from then on she would be the basis of his life, so long as she were there, so long as he had her with him, he would need nothing except her and fear nothing except on her account. He did not even feel cold, even though he had taken off his coat to cover her.

So long as man is a child, God wills him to be innocent.
He smiled habitually as a matter of good business and tried to be polite to everybody, even to the beggar to whom he was refusing a penny.