The first proof of charity in a priest, especially a bishop, is poverty. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Justice has its anger, my lord Bishop, and the wrath of justice is an element of progress. Whatever else may be said… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Do not forget, do not ever forget, that you have promised me to use the money to make yourself an honest man.'… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“As for the bishop, the sight of the guillotine was a great shock to him, from which he recovered only slowly.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In 1815, M. Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D—— He was an old man of about seventy-five years of age; he had… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The first proof of charity in a priest, and especially a bishop, is poverty. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In 1815, M. Charles Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D-----. He was a man of seventy-five, and had occupied the bishopric of… — 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
