“What a contemplation for the mind, and what endless food for thought, is the reverberation of God upon the human wall!” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
What was more needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life, where he had so little leisure,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“As we have seen, prayer, celebration of the religious offices, alms, consoling the afflicted, the cultivation of a little piece of ground,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Whenever we encounter the Infinite in man, however imperfectly understood, we treat it with respect. Whether in the synagogue, the mosque, the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The soul falls into contemplation before this sanctuary, where the celebration of love is held.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Woman, nude, is the blue sky. Clouds and garments are an obstacle to contemplation. Beauty and infinity would be gazed upon unveiled. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The poor young man must work for his bread; he eats; when he has eaten, he has nothing left but reverie. He… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“What more could he need, this old man whose little leisure was divided between day-time gardening and night-time contemplation? Was not that… — 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
