Victor Hugo

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad

A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.

A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.

Common sense is in spite of, not as the result of education.

Common sense is in spite of, not as the result of education.

Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her read more

Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.

Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
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Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
The angel for the woman in a kiss,
At once I wis,
My soul will wake!