One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.
Victor HugoBrothers, he who dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.
Victor HugoDo you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.' 'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. 'That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.
Victor Hugo