“And must I now begin to doubt - who never doubted all these years? My heart is stone, and still it trembles. The world I have known is lost in the shadows. Is he from heaven or from hell? And does he know, that granting me my life today, this man has killed me, even so.- Javert”

“I'll be honest about it. It is not atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while. We must all pass through the garden of Gethsemane. If Christ played with doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the Cross, 'My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?' then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.”

“What have I done?Sweet Jesus, what have I done?Become a thief in the night,Become a dog on the runAnd have I fallen so far,And is the hour so lateThat nothing remains but the cry of my hate,The cries in the dark that nobody hears,Here where I stand at the turning of the years?If there's another way to goI missed it twenty long years agoMy life was a war that could never be wonThey gave me a number and murdered ValjeanWhen they chained me and left me for deadJust for stealing a mouthful of breadYet why did I allow that manTo touch my soul and teach me love?He treated me like any otherHe gave me his trustHe called me brotherMy life he claims for God aboveCan such things be?For I had come to hate the worldThis world that always hated meTake an eye for an eye!Turn your heart into stone!This is all I have lived for!This is all I have known!One word from him and I'd be backBeneath the lash, upon the rackInstead he offers me my freedomI feel my shame inside me like a knifeHe told me that I have a soul,How does he know?What spirit comes to move my life?Is there another way to go?I am reaching, but I fallAnd the night is closing inAnd I stare into the voidTo the whirlpool of my sinI'll escape now from the worldFrom the world of Jean ValjeanJean Valjean is nothing nowAnother story must begin!”

“If Christ played doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the cross, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.”

“…It’s hard to appreciate the beauty of a world when one doubts its very validity….But I’ve long since lost all such doubts, Ono,’ he continued. ‘When I am an old man, when I look back over my life and see I have devoted it to the task of capturing the unique beauty of that world, I believe I will be well satisfied. And no man will make me believe I’ve wasted my time.”

“...Like me, they go as far as the legs of reason will carry them-and then they leap.I'll be honest about it. It is not atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while. We must all pass through the garden of Gethsemene. If Christ played with doubt, so must we.If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the cross, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation”