‎"Dost thou understand? I love thee!" he cried again."What love!" said the unhappy girl with a shudder.He resumed,--"The love of a damned soul.

But secondly you say 'society must exact vengeance, and society must punish'. Wrong on both counts. Vengeance comes from the individual and punishment from God.

To contemplate is to look at shadows.

We say and exclaim within ourselves without breaking silence, in a tumult where everything speaks except our mouths. The realities of the soul are none the less real for being invisible and impalpable.

Close by the Rights of Man, at the least set beside them, are the Rights of the Spirit.

Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.

There is but one way of refusing To-morrow, that is to die.