“To put everything in balance is good, to put everything in harmony is better.”

— Victor Hugo

Mettre tout en équilibre, c'est bien; mettre tout en harmonie, c'est mieux.
Quatre-vingt-treize (Ninety-Three) (1874), Book VII, Chapter V http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Quatre-vingt-treize_-_III%2C_7#V_LE_CACHOT
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Mettre tout en équilibre, c'est bien; mettre tout en harmonie, c'est mieux.

Ninety-Three (1874)

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French poet, novelist, and dramatist 1802–1885

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