What is history? An echo of the past in the future a reflex from the future on the past. – Victor Hugo
A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. – Victor Hugo
What is history? An echo of the past in the future a reflex from the future on the past. – Victor Hugo
A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. – Victor Hugo
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise. – 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