Love is like a tree, it grows of its own accord, it puts down deep roots into our whole being.
Victor HugoWinter 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 HugoI didn't believe it could be so monstrous. It's wrong to be so absorbed in divine law as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what right do men tough that unknown thing?
Victor Hugo