Mother's arms are made of tenderness, and sweet sleep blesses the child who lies within. Autore: Victor Hugo Copy Quote More from Victor Hugo “Let us study things that are no more. It is necessary to understand them, if on…” “The barber ran to the broken window, and saw Gavroche, who was running with all…” “What was he doing during the trip? What was he thinking about? As he had during…” “She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from teh fact that her little be…”