To keep quiet is nothing? To remain silent is simple? No, it's not simple. There's a silence that lies. And my lie, and my fraudulence, and my baseness, and my cowardice, and my treachery and my crime - I'd have drunk drop by drop, spat out, then drunk again, finishing at midnight and starting over again at midday, and my 'good morning' would have lied, and my 'goodnight' would have lied; and I'd have slept with that, I'd have eaten that with my bread, and I'd have looked Cosette in the face and responded to an angel's smile with the smile of the damned, and I'd have been an abominable villain! Why? For the sake of being happy. I! Happy! Have I any right to be happy? I'm one of life's outcasts, monsieur.
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (transl. C. Donougher)














