Eksige, olge nõrgad, patustage, kuid olge õiglased. Author: Victor Hugo Copy Quote More from Victor Hugo “I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his…” “For love is like a tree; it grows of itself; it send its roots deep into our be…” “To love, or to have loved,—this suffices. Demand nothing more. There is no othe…” “So long as there shall exist, by reason of law and custom, a social condemnatio…”