“As long as social damnation exists, through law and customs, artificially creating hell at the heart of civilization and muddying the a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Madame Magloire sometimes called him ‘Your Highness.’ One day, rising from his armchair, he went to his library for a book. It… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Human intelligence discovered a way of perpetuating itself, one not only more durable and more resistant than architecture, but also simpler and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The reader will pardon us another little digression; foreign to the object of this book but characteristic and useful . . . .” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Oh, you who are! "Ecclesiastes calls you the All-powerful; the Maccabees call you the Creator; the Epistle to the Ephesians calls you… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It is those books which a man possesses but does not read which constitute the most suspicious evidence against him. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“It is a novel constructed like a poem, where each character is only exceptional because if the hyperbolic manner in which he… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“As long as ignorance and misery exist in the world, books like the one you are about to read are, perhaps, not… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“My dear boy, a piece of advice. Read not so many books, and look a little more upon the Peggies. The little… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
England has two books, one which she has made and one which has made her: Shakespeare and the Bible. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
So long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Miserables cannot fail to be of use. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
England has two books, the Bible and Shakespeare. England made Shakespeare,but the Bible made England. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“PREFACE TO THE 1832 EDITION At the head of the earlier editions of this work, published at first without the name of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“I dedicate this book to the rock of hospitality and liberty, to that portion of old Norman ground inhabited by the noble… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
We shall not attempt to give the reader an idea of that tetrahedron nose-that horse-shoe mouth-that small left eye over-shadowed by a… — 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
M. Mabeuf’s political opinion was a passionate fondness for plants, and a still greater one for books. He had, like everybody else,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Three years ago, when this book first appeared, some people thought it was worth while to dispute the authorship! Some asserted that… — 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
