Love each other well and always. There.. Victor Hugo

Love each other well and always. There is nothing else but that in the world: love for each other.

Love

Victor Hugo

Profession: Author
Nationality: French

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Marius set out at his accustomed hour for the Luxembourg. He met Courfeyrac on the way and pretended not to see him. Courfeyrac said later to his friends: 'I've just seen Marius's new hat and suit with Marius inside them. I suppose he was going to sit for an examination. He looked thoroughly silly.

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It is possible to conceive of something even more terrible than a hell of suffering, and that is a hell of boredom.

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Whatever To-day may be, To-morrow will be peace.

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when I see humanity ripped apart and events patched up, and so many spots on the sun and so many holes in the moon, when I see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich. The appearance exists, it is true, but I feel that he is hard up.

Though poor, he had succeeded in gathering together, through patience, self-denial, and time, a valuable collection of rare volumes of every genre. He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.

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Sin is a gravitation.

One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to the shore.

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