In the Twentieth Century war will be dead, the scaffold will be dead, hatred will be dead, frontier boundaries will be dead, dogmas will be dead; man will live. He will possess something higher than all these-a great country, the whole earth, and a great hope, the whole heaven.

In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none.

It is grievous for a man to leave behind him a shadow in his own shape.

To destroy abuses is not enough; Habits must also be changed. The windmill has gone, but the wind is still there." ~old man G--- to Monseigneur Bienvenu Myriel

Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.

God blesses man, not for having found but for having sought.