“composed of all the innocence of the present, and of all the passion of the future.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“This is because he has in his heart a pearl, innocence; and pearls are not to be dissolved in mud. So long… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Ah, Monsieur Priest, you love not the crudities of the true. Christ loved them. He seized a rod and cleared out the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Monsieur, innocence is its own crown. Innocence has no truck with highness. It is as august in rags as it is draped… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“It is difficult to frighten those who are easily astonished; ignorance causes fearlessness. Children have so little claim on hell, that if… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Innocence, Monsieur, is its own crown. Innocence has no need to be a highness. It is as august in rags as in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Love is a fault; so be it. Fantine was innocence floating high over fault.” — 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
