Nature has made a pebble and a female. The lapidary makes the diamond, and the lover makes the woman. – Victor Hugo
When God desires to destroy a thing, he entrusts its destruction to the thing itself. Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide. – 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
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure. – Victor Hugo