“This is one of those rare moments when, while doing that which it is one's duty to do, one feels something which… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To crush out fanaticism and revere the infinite, such is the law. Let us not confine ourselves to falling prostrate beneath the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“If we wish to be happy, monsieur, we must never comprehend duty; for, as soon as we comprehend it, it is implacable.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I believe that pity is a law like justice, and that kindness is a duty like uprightness. That which is weak has… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The little people must be sacred to the big ones, and it is from the rights of the weak that the duty… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The book which the reader now holds in his hands, from one end to the other, as a whole and in its… — 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
