Quote #17221
Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
Category Archives: Victor Hugo
Quote #17237
Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.
Quote #17222
When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn...
Quote #17238
Popularity It is glory’s small change.
Quote #17223
Genius is a promontory jutting out of the infinite.
Quote #17239
I don’t mind what Congress does, as long as they don’t do it in...
Quote #17224
From the oyster to the eagle, from the swine to the tiger, all animals...
Quote #17240
What a grand thing, to be loved What a grander thing still, to love
Quote #17225
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They...
Quote #17241
He who every morning plans the transaction of the day and follows out that...