Soon, he would become an adult. And when he did, there would be not going back because adulthood was akin to what his father had once said about being a war hero: one you became one, you died one.

We create beautiful and lasting things, build vast civilizations.” “Gorgeous evasions,” he said. “Great escapes.

The harsh truth that this is the only life we have should make us try and improve it for as many people as possible.

What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.

Written By Victor Hugo

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