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.

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.

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad

Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad

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.

Popularity is glory's small change.

Popularity is glory's small change.