A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. – 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
Because one doesnt like the way things are is no reason to be unjust towards God. – Victor Hugo
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible labor. To contemplate is to toil, to think is to do. The crossed arms work, the clasped hands act. The eyes upturned to Heaven are an act of creation. – Victor Hugo