Despotism is a long crime.

Marius and Cosette did not ask where this would lead them. They looked at themselves as arrived. It is a strange pretension for men to ask that love should lead them somewhere.

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

Nobody loves the light like the blind man.

Work, which makes a man free, and thought, which makes him worthy of freedom.

Humanity is our common lot. All men are made of the same clay. There is no difference, at least here on Earth, in the fate assigned to us. We come of the same void, inhabit the same flesh, are dissolved in the same ashes. But ignorance infecting the human substance turns it black, and that incurable blackness, gaining possession of the soul, becomes Evil.

A doctor’s door should never be closed, a priest's door should always be open.