"I admire Enjolras," said Bossuet. "his impassive boldness astonishes me. He lives alone, which makes him perhaps a little sad. Enjolras suffers for his greatness, which binds him to celibacy. The rest of us more or less all have mistresses who make us mad, that is to say brave. When we're as amorous as a tiger, the least we can do is to fight like a lion. It's one of way of avenging ourselves for the tricks that Mesdames our grisettes play us. Roland gets himself killed to spite Angelica; all our heroism comes from our women. A man without a woman is a pistol without a hammer; it's the woman who makes the man go off. Well, Enjolras has no woman. He's not in love, yet he finds a way to be intrepid. It is an incredible thing that a man can be as cold as ice and as bold as fire."
Enjolras did not seem to be listening, but had anyone been nearby, he would have heard him murmur in an undertone, "Patria."