So long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Miserables cannot fail to be of use.

It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer.

Slaves would be tyrants were the chance theirs.

His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun.

I only take a half share in the civil war; I am willing to die, I am not willing to kill.

Years place at last a venerable crown upon a head.