A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Sometimes he dug in his garden; again, he read or wrote. He had but one word for both these kinds of toil;… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“what is there left to desire beyond it? A little garden in which to walk, and immensity in which to dream. At… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Indeed, is not that all, and what more can be desired? A little garden to walk, and immensity to reflect on. At… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Indeed, what more could you want? A little garden to amble about in, and infinite space to dream in. At his feet,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“What more could he need, this old man whose little leisure was divided between day-time gardening and night-time contemplation? Was not that… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
What was more needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life, where he had so little leisure,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To crush out fanaticism and revere the infinite, such is the law. Let us not confine ourselves to falling prostrate beneath the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“First I loved women, then animals, and now I love stones. They're just as amusing as women and animals and they're much less trecherous.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering. — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“Have courage for the great sorrows of life, and patience for the small ones. And when you have finished your daily task, go to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
The peasants of the Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one pup that is killed by the mother for fear… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“For love is like a tree; it grows of itself; it send its roots deep into our being, and often continues to grow green… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“Loving in ignorance, she loved with all the more passion. She did not know whether it was good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“When those we love are in question, our prudence invents every sort of madness.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
