Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it. – Victor Hugo
A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. – Victor Hugo

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it. – Victor Hugo
A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. – Victor Hugo
Society is a republic. When an individual tries to lift themselves above others, they are dragged down by the mass, either by ridicule or slander. – Victor Hugo
Prometheus is action. Hamlet is hesitation. In Prometheus the obstacle is exterior; in Hamlet it is interior. In Prometheus the will is securely nailed down by nails of brass and cannot get loose; besides, it has by its side two watchers – Victor Hugo