The ideal and the beautiful are identical the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty to form hence idea and substance are cognate. – Victor Hugo
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do. – Victor Hugo
Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant. – Victor Hugo
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said. – Victor Hugo