A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

Quote by Victor Hugo

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Never laugh at those who suffer; suffer sometimes those who laugh.

Never laugh at those who suffer; suffer sometimes those who laugh.

The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It...

The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It...

When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.

When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.

The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving...

The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving...

The learned man knows that he is ignorant.

The learned man knows that he is ignorant.

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to...

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to...

Men become accustomed to poison by degrees.

Men become accustomed to poison by degrees.

I'm religiously opposed to religion

I'm religiously opposed to religion

The ideal and the beautiful are identical; the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty...

The ideal and the beautiful are identical; the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty...

No one can keep a secret better than a child.

No one can keep a secret better than a child.

Concision in style, precision in thought, decision in life.

Concision in style, precision in thought, decision in life.

The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.

The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

The first symptom of love in a young man is shyness; the first symptom in...

The first symptom of love in a young man is shyness; the first symptom in...

He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries...

He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries...

The flesh is the surface of the unknown.

The flesh is the surface of the unknown.

The ode lives upon the ideal, the epic upon the grandiose, the drama upon the...

The ode lives upon the ideal, the epic upon the grandiose, the drama upon the...

When God desires to destroy a thing, he entrusts its destruction to the thing itself....

When God desires to destroy a thing, he entrusts its destruction to the thing itself....

Genius: the superhuman in man.

Genius: the superhuman in man.

It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of...

It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of...