Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it." She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:-- "And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.

Every idea must have a visible enfolding.

God put in man thought; society, action; nature, revery.

As for methods of prayer, all of them are good as long as they are sincere.

There must be people who pray even for those who never pray.

Mankind is not a circle with a single center but an ellipse with two focal points of which facts are one and ideas the other.

You preserve your shame but you kill your glory.