To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“So long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, books like this cannot be useless.” — 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
England has two books, one which she has made and one which has made her: Shakespeare and the Bible. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The book the reader has now before his eyes - from one end to the other, in its whole and in its… — 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
“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
“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
“When those we love are in question, our prudence invents every sort of madness.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
