Victor Hugo

Those who live are those who fight.

Those who live are those who fight.

Doing nothing is happiness for children and misery for old men.

Doing nothing is happiness for children and misery for old men.

The stars were glittering in the heaven's dusk meadows,
Far west, among those flowers of the shadows,
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The stars were glittering in the heaven's dusk meadows,
Far west, among those flowers of the shadows,
The thin, clear crescent lustrous over her,
Made Ruth raise question, looking through the bars
Of heaven, with eyes half-oped, what God, what comer
Unto the harvest of the eternal summer,
Had flung his golden hook down on the field of stars.

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

For sight is woman-like and shuns the old.
(Ah! he can see enough, when years are told,
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For sight is woman-like and shuns the old.
(Ah! he can see enough, when years are told,
Who backwards looks.)