It is very fortunate that kings cannot err. Hence their contradictions never perplex us. - Victor Hugo

Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he sat up, a long stream of blood rolled down his face, he raised both arms in air, looked in the direction whence the shot came, and began to sing.

Du fond de l'ombre où nous sommes et où vous êtes, vous ne voyez pas beaucoup plus distinctement que nous les radieuses et lointaines portes de l'éden. Seulement les prêtres se trompent. Ces portes saintes ne sont pas derrière nous, mais devant nous.

There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees.