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
Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Civil war.... What did the words mean? Was there any such thing as "foreign war"? Was not all warfare between men warfare… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Brothers, he who dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Do you know what friendship is... it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Forget not, never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man.... Jean Valjean, my brother:… — 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
