If it were (Is it not) outrageous that society should treat with such rigid precision those of its members who were most… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Men are still men. The despot's wickedness Comes of ill teaching, and of power's excess,-- Comes of the purple he from childhood… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Those who every morning plan the transactions of the day and follow out that plan carry a thread that will guide them… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The jostling of young minds against each other has this wonderful attribute that one can never foresee the spark, nor predict the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Who then can calculate the path of the molecule? how do we know that the creations of worlds are not determined by… — 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
