Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.

Superstitions, bigotries, hypocrisies, prejudices, these phantoms, phantoms though they be, cling to life; they have teeth and nails in their shadowy substance, and we must grapple with them individually and make war on them without truce; for it is one of humanity's inevitabilities to be condemned to eternal struggle with phantoms.

You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.

It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.

Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art.

Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.

Such is the remorseless progression of human society, shedding lives and souls as it goes on its way. It is an ocean into which men sink who have been cast out by the law and consigned, with help most cruelly withheld, to moral death. The sea is the pitiless social darkness into which the penal system casts those it has condemned, an unfathomable waste of misery. The human soul, lost in those depths, may become a corpse. Who shall revive it?