Victor Hugo ( 10 of 71 )
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.
People do not lack strength; they lack will.
People do not lack strength; they lack will.
I was always a lover of soft-winged things.
I was always a lover of soft-winged things.
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.)
Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.
Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
Many great actions are committed in small struggles.
Many great actions are committed in small struggles.
Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.
Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.
Common sense is in spite of, not as the result of education.
Common sense is in spite of, not as the result of education.
Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.
Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.
