Mother's arms are made of tenderness, and sweet sleep blesses the child who lies within. Author: Victor Hugo Copy Quote More from Victor Hugo “The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state.” “A cannonball travels only two thousand miles an hour; light travels two hundred…” “Friend' is sometimes a word devoid of meaning; enemy, never.” “You have to be used to the twists of fate and being caught up in them to dare l…”