God took his softest clay and his purest colors, and made a fragile jewel, mysterious and caressing — the finger of woman; then he fell asleep. The devil awoke, and at the end of that rosy finger put — a nail.


A Thousand Flashes of French Wit, Wisdom, and Wickedness (1886)

Victor Hugo Quotes

God took his softest clay and his purest colors, and made a fragile jewel, mysterious and caressing — the finger of woman; then he fell asleep. The ...

God took his softest clay and his purest colors, and made a fragile jewel, mysterious and caressing — the finger of woman; then he fell asleep. The ...

God took his softest clay and his purest colors, and made a fragile jewel, mysterious and caressing — the finger of woman; then he fell asleep. The ...

God took his softest clay and his purest colors, and made a fragile jewel, mysterious and caressing — the finger of woman; then he fell asleep. The ...