What is history? An echo of the past in the future — a reflex from the future on the past.
What is history? An echo of the past in the future — a reflex from the future on the past.
What is history? An echo of the past in the future — a reflex from the future on the past.
What is history? An echo of the past in the future — a reflex from the future on the past.
What is history? An echo of the past in the future — a reflex from the future on the past.
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What is history? An echo of the past in the future

— a reflex from the future on the past.
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So long as there shall exist, by virtue of law and custom, decrees of damnation pronounced by society, artificially crea — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
The judge speaks in the name of justice,' he said. 'The priest speaks in the name of pity, which is only a higher form o — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
There are men who dig for gold — [Monseigneur Bienvenu] dug for compassion.
A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
He was fine; he, that orphan that foundling that outcast; he felt himself august and strong; he looked full in the face — Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame
Usually, the murmur that rises up from Paris by day is the city talking; in the night it is the city breathing; but here — Victor Hugo
You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing — my conscience.
There was no justice in rebellion. This Javert had come to believe after seeing Marseille fall headfirst into the abyss — Kelsey Brickl, Wolves and Urchins: The Early Life of Inspector Javert
To commit the least possible sin is the law for man. To live without sin is the dream of an angel. Everything terrestria — Victor Hugo
The merciful precepts of Christ will at last suffuse the Code and it will glow with their radiance. Crime will be consid — Victor Hugo, The Last Day of a Condemned Man
Every blade has two edges — he who wounds with one wounds himself with the other.
There, at a depth to which divers would find it difficult to descend, are caverns, haunts, and dusky mazes, where monstr — Victor Hugo, The Toilers of the Sea