Maxioms by Victor Hugo
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.
The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved.
The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved.
I was always a lover of soft-winged things.
I was always a lover of soft-winged things.
There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.
There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.
