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.

He would give all of his clothes to his servant, admonishing him NOT to return them until he had completed his day's work.

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

I see black light (his last words)

Let the one fight for his flag, and the other for his ideal, and let them both imagine that they are fighting for the country; the strife will be colossal.

There is no such thing as a little country. The greatness of a people is no more determined by their numbers than the greatness of a man is by his height.

Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.' 'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. 'That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.