My passion is pity for the disinherited, and hatred of injustice and inequality.

It has so entirely absorbed me, enslaving all my faculties, that I have never had time to think of love.

The female does not attract me, but I worship a woman when I see her sad and unfortunate.

Ugliness makes more impression on me than beauty, because it speaks to me of social infamies, it shows me the bitterness of injustice, it is the only wine which revives my strength.

I loved Lucy because she was unfortunate and dying.