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Houses are like the human beings that inhabit them.

— Victor Hugo

“There is still a certain grace in a dead festival. It has been happy.”

— Victor Hugo

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

“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

Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering.

— Victor Hugo

“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

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

Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibres.

— Victor Hugo

“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

“Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled”

— Victor Hugo

“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

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

— Victor Hugo

“Our joys have shadows. The perfect smile belongs to God alone.”

— Victor Hugo

“When those we love are in question, our prudence invents every sort of madness.”

— Victor Hugo

Love is a fault; so be it.

— Victor Hugo