Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter. – Victor Hugo
What is history? An echo of the past in the future a reflex from the future on the past. – Victor Hugo

Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter. – Victor Hugo
What is history? An echo of the past in the future a reflex from the future on the past. – Victor Hugo
I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss! – Victor Hugo
Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isnt every war fought between men, between brothers? – Victor Hugo