Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars. Cimourdain was full of virtues and truth, but they shine out of a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Teach the ignorant as much as you can; society is culpable in not providing a free education for all and it must… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
No matter who you are, the thought of so much suffering and degradation must cause you to shudder at the sight of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
He left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger rather than cause her pain. He had… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Who then understands the reciprocal flux and reflux of the infinitely great and the infinitely small, the echoing of causes in the… — 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
