cestis.
Well, grumble as he will, when Venus appears he is forced to smile.
That brute beast submits.
We are all made so.
Wrath, tempest, claps of thunder, foam to the very ceiling. A woman enters on the scene, a planet rises; flat on your face! Marius was fighting six months ago; to-day he is married. That is well.
Yes, Marius, yes, Cosette, you are in the right. Exist boldly for each other, make us burst with rage that we cannot do the same, idealize each other, catch in your beaks all the tiny blades of felicity that exist on earth, and arrange yourselves a nest for life.
Pardi, to love, to be loved, what a fine miracle when one is young!
Don''t imagine that you have invented that.
I, too, have had my dream, I, too, have meditated, I, too, have sighed; I, too, have had a moonlight soul.
Love is a child six thousand years old. Love has the right to a long white beard.
Methusalem is a street arab beside Cupid.
For sixty centuries men and women have got out of their scrape by loving.
The devil, who is cunning, took to hating man; man, who is still more cunning, took to loving woman. In this way he does more good than the devil does him harm. This craft was discovered in the days of the terrestrial paradise. The invention is old, my friends, but it is perfectly new.
Profit by it. Be Daphnis and Chloe, while waiting to become Philemon and Baucis. Manage so that, when you are with each other, nothing shall be lacking to you, and that Cosette may be the sun for Marius, and that Marius may be the universe to Cosette.