It is God who makes woman beautiful, it is the devil who makes her pretty. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Does not beauty confer a benefit upon us, even by the simple fact of being beautiful? — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A joyous little creature, so beautiful, It was as if a gate of Heaven opened as she came in... — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The most beautiful of altars, he said, is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thankfing God. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The ideal and the beautiful are identical; the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty to form; hence idea and substance are… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
As for the author, he is profoundly unaware of what the classical or romantic genre might consist of… In literature, as in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Verse in itself does not constitute poetry. Verse is only an elegant vestment for a beautiful form. Poetry can express itself in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The heart of a handsome young man is often deformed. There… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Ecclesiastes names thee Almighty, the Maccabees name thee Creator, the Epistle to the Ephesians names thee Liberty, Baruch names thee Immensity, the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The fact is that the beautiful, humanly speaking, is merely form considered in its simplest aspect, in its most perfect symmetry, in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He was fine; he, that orphan that foundling that outcast; he felt himself august and strong; he looked full in the face… — 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
“Usually, the murmur that rises up from Paris by day is the city talking; in the night it is the city breathing;… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The beautiful is as useful as the useful." He added after a moment’s silence, "Perhaps more so. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“There is still a certain grace in a dead festival. It has been happy.” — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibres. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“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 Image
