Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs, the violets, and the roses, as at twenty years ago.
Victor HugoBlessed be Providence which has given to each his toy: the doll to the child, the child to the woman, the woman to the man, the man to the devil!
Victor HugoShe had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.
Victor Hugo