Certain Thoughts Are Prayers. There Are Moments

You Who Suffer Because You Love, Love Still More. To Die Of Love, Is To Live By It.

In 1815, M. Charles-francois-bienvenu Myriel Was Bishop Of D—— He Was An Old Man Of About Seventy-five Years Of Age; He Had Occupied The See Of D—— Since 1806.

Word Which The Finger Of God Has Written On The Brow Of Every Man — Hope!

Even The Darkest Night Will End And The Sun Will Rise.

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.