Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter. – 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
Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter. – 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
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure. – Victor Hugo