I only take a half share in the civil war; I am willing to die, I am not willing to kill. — 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
Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers? — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
War can only be qualified by its object, and there is neither foreign war nor civil war, there is only just or… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There is neither a foreign war nor a civil war; there is only just and unjust war. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“In the presence of...civil war, to testify to humanity!...to prove that above royalties, above revolutions, above earthly questions, there is the immense… — 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
“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
