The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live.
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Hope is the Word which God has written on the brow of every man.
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From Les Miserables:All at once, in the midst of this profound calm, a fresh sound arose; a sound as celestial, divine, ineffable, ravishing, as the o...
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Usually, the murmur that rises up from Paris by day is the city talking; in the night it is the city breathing; but here it is the city singing. Liste...
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Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man.
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Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent
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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
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There is nothing like a dream to create the future.
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In the chaos of sentiments and passions which defend a barricade, there is something of everything; there is bravery, youth, honor, enthusiasm, the id...
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In moments like these, offering up his heart at the hour that night flowers offer up their perfume, lit up like a lamp in the middle of the starry nig...
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Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to b...
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Lend your ear then to this tutti of steeples; diffuse over the whole the buzz of half a million of human beings, the eternal murmur of the river, the ...
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Le ciel était absolument noir, il n'y avait plus d'étoiles, mais évidemment il en voyait une.
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In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.
