That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“A reflection from this heaven shone upon the bishop. But it was also a luminous transparency, for this heaven was within him:… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In 1815, M. Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D—— He was an old man of about seventy-five years of age; he had… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Madame Magloire," retorted the Bishop, "you are mistaken. The beautiful is as useful as the useful." He added after a pause, "More… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Red is an all-embracing colour,' said the bishop. 'How fortunate that those who despise it in a bonnet revere it in a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In 1815, M. Charles Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D-----. He was a man of seventy-five, and had occupied the bishopric of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He was not tall; he was rather plump; and, in order to combat this tendency, he was fond of taking long strolls… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“First I loved women, then animals, and now I love stones. They're just as amusing as women and animals and they're much less trecherous.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering. — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“Have courage for the great sorrows of life, and patience for the small ones. And when you have finished your daily task, go to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
The peasants of the Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one pup that is killed by the mother for fear… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“For love is like a tree; it grows of itself; it send its roots deep into our being, and often continues to grow green… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“Loving in ignorance, she loved with all the more passion. She did not know whether it was good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“When those we love are in question, our prudence invents every sort of madness.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
