We may remark in passing that to be blind and beloved may, in this world where nothing is perfect, be among the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness.
Quote by Victor Hugo
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections,...
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.
When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes
Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields which have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater...
I love all men who think, even those who think otherwise than myself.
We say that slavery has vanished from European civilization, but this is not true. Slavery...
Reaction - a boat which is going against the current but which does not prevent...
By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.
All I know is that you love me...in my dreams.
There is no such thing as a little country. The greatness of a people is...
It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of...
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself, or more...
The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.
Popularity? It's glory's small change.
No one keeps a secret so well as a child
Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived...
The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.
To think of shadows is a serious thing.
Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.