The reduction of the universe to the compass of a single being, and the extension of a single being until it reaches God - that is love. Love is the salute of the angels to the stars. How sad is the heart when rendered sad by love! How great is the void created by the absence of the being who alone fills the world.
Victor HugoA few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!
Victor HugoPeople weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.
Victor HugoNot ill? No truly, I am young, healthful, and strong; the blood flows freely in my veins; my limbs obey my will; I am robust in mind and body, constituted for a long life. Yes, all this is true; and yet, nevertheless, I have an illness, a fatal illness,-an illness given by the hand of man!
Victor Hugo