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To attempt, to brave, to persist, and persevere, to be faithful to one's self, to wrestle with destiny, to astound the catastrophe by the slight fear ...more

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A day will come when there will be no battlefields, but markets opening to commerce and minds opening to ideas.

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Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in...more

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Peace is the virtue of civilization. War is its crime.

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Darks drifts covered the horizon. A strange shadow approaching nearer and nearer, was spreading little by little over men, over things, over ideas; a ...more

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Relegated as he was to a corner and as though sheltered behind the billiard table, the soldiers, their eyes fixed upon Enjolras, had not even noticed ...more

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Revolutions spring not from accident, but from necessity. A revolution is a return from the factitious to the real. It takes place because it must.

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Every man who has in his soul a secret feeling of revolt against any act of the State, of life, or of destiny, is on the verge of riot; and so soon as...more

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Die, very good, but do not make others die. Suicides like the one which is about to take place here are sublime, but suicide is restricted, and does n...more

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Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are done, we recognize one thing: that the human race has been badly manhandled, bu...more

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While a battle still entirely political was preparing in this same place which had already seen so many revolutionary events, while the youth, the sec...more

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At five in the morning, some policemen, unannounced, entered the house of a man named Pardon, later a member of the section of the Barricade-Merry, an...more

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The French Revolution, which is nothing more nor less than the ideal armed with the sword, rose abruptly, and by that very movement, closed the door o...more

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Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men

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There were corpses here and there and pools of blood. I remember seeing a butterfly flutter up and down that street. Summer does not abdicate.