As a tribute to all the women in the world, my good pal Rej shared this fine piece of literary work by Victor Hugo… It offers a point by point argument as to why women should be regarded as equals of men… Definitely, a must-read for the daughters of Eve…
“Who said that the woman is inferior to man? I maintain that man and woman are equal”
Man is the highest of all creation…Woman is the most sublime of all ideals.
God made for man a throne, for a woman an altar; the throne exalts, the altar sanctifies.
Man is the cerebrum, woman is the heart; the cerebrum fabricates light, the heart produces love.
Light fecunds, love resuscitates.
Man is the code, woman is the gospel; the code corrects, the gospel perfects.
Man is a genius, woman is an angel; genius is undefinable, angel is unmeasurable.
man is strong in reasons, woman is invincible in her tears; reason convinces the most stubborn, tears soften the hardest of mortals.
Man is the temple, woman is the sanctuary; before a temple we revere, before a sanctuary we kneel.
Man is the eagle that soars, woman is the nightingale that sings; to fly is to dominate the space, to sing is to conquer the soul.
Man is capable of all heroism, woman of martyrdom; heroism ennobles, martyrdom sanctifies.
Man is the ocean, woman is the lake; the ocean has its pearl that adorns, the lake has its poem that dazzles.
Man has a lighthouse, his conscience; woman has a star, the hope; the lighthouse guides, the hope saves.
At last, the man is placed where the earth ends, and the woman where heaven begins. Who said, therefore, that woman is inferior to man?
It takes a hundred men to make an encampment, but a woman alone can build a home. I not only admire the woman as the most beautiful object ever created, but I revere her as the redeeming glory of humanity, the pledge of all human virtues, the sanctuary of perfect quality of head and heart.
She is the one thing in this world that remains constant, the one peak that is always above the clouds, the one window where lights always burn. The only star that darkness cannot quench is the woman’s love.
It excuses the most cruel injury; perennial of life. It grows in all climates. Neither coldness nor neglect, harshness nor cruelty can extinguish it.
Woman’s love is the perfume of the heart. It is the one love that is forever constant, the one love that has wrought all miracles of art, the love that conquers the world. The love that has given music from the cradle, song to the end of the closing symphony that brings away our sous on the wings of fire.
“it is greater than might, sweeter than life, and stronger than death. Without this love, the world would be a curse.”