“To rise at six, to sleep at ten,
To sup at ten, to dine at six,
Make a man live for ten times ten.”

— Victor Hugo

Lever à six, coucher à dix,
Dîner à dix, souper à six,
Font vivre l'homme dix fois dix.
Inscription in Hugo's dining room, quoted in Gustave Larroumet, La maison de Victor Hugo: Impressions de Guernesey (1895), Chapter III

Original

Lever à six, coucher à dix, Dîner à dix, souper à six, Font vivre l'homme dix fois dix.

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French poet, novelist, and dramatist 1802–1885

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