A Worthwhile Read

I am slowly working through the massive Les Miserables and am continually impressed by the truth and insight into human nature that Victor Hugo seems to have. I hope to finish it before the year is out, but from the sliver I have read these insights have stood out to me.

One can no more pray too much than one can love too much.

He did not study God; he was dazzled by Him.

His universal suavity was less an instinct of nature than the result of a grand conviction which had filtered into his heart through the medium of life, and had trickled there slowly, thought by thought; for, in a character, as in a rock, there may exist apertures made by drops of water.

Be lucky and you will have all the rest; be happy, and people will think you great.

Is there not in every human soul a first spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world, immortal in the other, which good can develop, fan, ignite, and make to glow with splendor, and which evil can never wholly extinguish?

Put this book on your reading list, and read it one page at a time. Do not rush through it and keep a pencil nearby to note the thoughts that you find intriguing. The movie is good, the story is great, the book is best.