Victor Hugo

And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste
Shall others continue, but never complete.
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And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste
Shall others continue, but never complete.
For none upon earth can achieve his scheme;
The best as the worst are futile here:
We wake at the self-same point of the dream,--
All is here begun, and finished elsewhere.

My friends, remember this, that there are no weeds, and no worthless men, there are only bad farmers.

My friends, remember this, that there are no weeds, and no worthless men, there are only bad farmers.

The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in read more

The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

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!

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labour and an invisible labour.

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labour and an invisible labour.