With moral degradation goes political degradation. Conclusion, Part First, III - Victor Hugo

Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he sat up, a long stream of blood rolled down his face, he raised both arms in air, looked in the direction whence the shot came, and began to sing.

When a man does wrong, he should do all the wrong he can; it is madness to stop half-way in crime!

What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic though passion…if no one loved, the sun would go out.