Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder it is, the more tenacious it is. It is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.
Victor HugoTo meditate is to labour; to think is to act. Folded arms work, closed hands perform, a gaze fixed on heaven is a toil.
Victor HugoAnimals are nothing but the portrayal of our virtues and vices made manifest to our eyes, the visible reflections of our souls.
Victor Hugo