Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it. – Victor Hugo
Nature has made a pebble and a female. The lapidary makes the diamond, and the lover makes the woman. – Victor Hugo
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it. – Victor Hugo
Nature has made a pebble and a female. The lapidary makes the diamond, and the lover makes the woman. – Victor Hugo
Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come. – Victor Hugo
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain. – Victor Hugo