A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labor and there is an invisible labor. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing is more dangerous than discontinued labor; it is habit lost. A habit easy to abandon, difficult to resume. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible labor. To contemplate is to toil, to think… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“You do not wish to earn your living, to have a task, to fulfil a duty! It bores you to be like… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“What precipices are sloth and pleasure! To do nothing is a sorry resolve to take; are you aware of that? To live… — 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
