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

Quote by Victor Hugo

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Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.

Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.

A library implies an act of faith

A library implies an act of faith

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong,...

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong,...

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...

Strange to say, the luminous world is the invisible world; the luminous world is that...

Strange to say, the luminous world is the invisible world; the luminous world is that...

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...

One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible...

One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible...

Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

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

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His...

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His...

Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you...

Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you...

Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought...

Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought...

Genius: the superhuman in man.

Genius: the superhuman in man.

When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in...

When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in...

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence.

Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence.

The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.

The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.

One sees qualities at a distance and defects at close range.

One sees qualities at a distance and defects at close range.

Initiative is doing the right thing without being told.

Initiative is doing the right thing without being told.

Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest.

Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest.