We are reassured almost as foolishly as we are alarmed; human nature is so constituted.

There are souls which, crab-like, crawl continually toward darkness, going back in life rather than advancing in it, using what experience they have to increase their deformity, growing worse without ceasing, and becoming steeped more and more thoroughly in an intensifying wickedness.

He saw before him two roads, both equally straight ; but he saw two; and that terrified him — him, who had never in his life known but one straight line. And, bitter anguish, these two roads were contradictory.

God secludes Himself; but the thinker listens at the door.

We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.

We need those who pray constantly to compensate for those who do not pray at all.

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