Hell, Madame, Is To Love No Longer.

God Knows That We Should Not Despise Anything. We Must Do Our Best.

I Have Just Discovered Something I Have Always Known: We Can No More Escape From One Another Than We Can Escape From God.

[t]he Cradle Is Shallower Than The Grave.

Have You Never Been Moved By Poor Men's Fidelity, The Image Of You They Form In Their Simple Minds? Why Should You Always Talk Of Their Envy, Without Understanding That What They Ask Of You Is Not So Much Your Worldly Goods, As Something Very Hard To Define, Which They Themselves Can Put No Name To; Yet At Times It Consoles Their Loneliness; A Dream Of Splendor, Of Magnificence, A Tawdry Dream, A Poor Man's Dream -and Yet God Blesses It!

Hell, Madame, Is To Love No Longer.