Here we stop. On the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, a finger to his lips. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Intelligence is the wife, imagination is your mistress and memory is your slave.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“There his wife died of a malady of the chest, from which she had long suffered. He had no children.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The sins of women and children, domestic servants and the weak, the poor and the ignorant, are the sins of the husbands… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Thenardier had just passed his fiftieth birthday; Madame Thenardier was approaching her forties, which is equivalent to fifty in a woman; so… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Do not economize on the hymeneal rites; do not prune them of their splendor, nor split farthings on the day when you… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The faults of women, children and servants,' he said, 'and of the weak, the poor and the ignorant, are the faults of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The faults of women, children, and servants, of the feeble, the indigent, and the ignorant, are the faults of their husbands, fathers,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I exist," murmurs someone whose name is Everyone. "I'm young and in love; I am old and I want rest; I work,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He was indulgent to women and to the poor, oppressed by the weight of society. "The faults of women, children, and servants,"… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“There is still a certain grace in a dead festival. It has been happy.” — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibres. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“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 Image
