The ode lives upon the ideal, the epic upon the grandiose, the drama upon the real.
Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you in his image, I reply that he must have been very ugly.
Marius and Cosette did not ask where this would lead them. They looked at themselves as arrived. It is a strange pretension for men to ask that love should lead them somewhere.
If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!
Love is the salutation of the angel to the stars