Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. – Victor Hugo
Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isnt every war fought between men, between brothers? – Victor Hugo
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. – Victor Hugo
Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isnt every war fought between men, between brothers? – Victor Hugo
Architecture has recorded the great ideas of the human race. Not only every religious symbol, but every human thought has its page in that vast book. – Victor Hugo
I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, – and the stars through his soul. – Victor Hugo
Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth. – Hugh Macmillan, “Rejuvenescence,” The Ministry of Nature, 1871