Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter. – Victor Hugo
Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isnt every war fought between men, between brothers? – Victor Hugo

Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter. – Victor Hugo
Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isnt every war fought between men, between brothers? – Victor Hugo
A saint addicted to excessive self-abnegation is a dangerous associate; he may infect you with poverty, and a stiffening of those joints which are needed for advancement — in a word, with more renunciation than you care for — and so you flee the contagion. – Victor Hugo
He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life. – Victor Hugo