Victor Hugo

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 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.

The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of a single being even to God, this is read more

The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of a single being even to God, this is love.

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.

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.