Everything Changes. The only thing that remains immovable across the centuries and fixes the character of a people is cooking. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“It is the lineaments of the years which form the countenance of the century.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There have been in this century only one great man and one great thing: Napoleon and liberty. For want of the great… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The three great problems of this century; the degradation of man in the proletariat, the subjection of women through hunger, the atrophy… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I represent a party which does not yet exist: the party Revolution-Civilization. This party will make the twentieth century. There will issue… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Was it possible that Napoleon should win the battle of Waterloo? We answer, No! Why? Because of Wellington? Because of Blucher? No!… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In the Twentieth Century war will be dead, the scaffold will be dead, hatred will be dead, frontier boundaries will be dead,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear… — 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
