That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

Nobody loves the light like the blind man.

Civilization survives on the constant discovery of amity and an equal supply of damnation.

I love all men who think, even those who think otherwise than myself.

The ideal and the beautiful are identical; the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty to form; hence idea and substance are cognate.

Civil war.... What did the words mean? Was there any such thing as "foreign war"? Was not all warfare between men warfare between brothers?

The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; he declared in his transport that this would last through life; he said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being.