Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal. – Victor Hugo
Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble in a statue the marble must be like flesh. – Victor Hugo

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal. – Victor Hugo
Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble in a statue the marble must be like flesh. – 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
To think is of itself to be useful it is always and in all cases a striving toward God. – Victor Hugo