The first proof of charity in a priest, especially a bishop, is poverty. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To pay compliments to the one we love is the first method of caressing, a demi-audacity venturing. A compliment is something like… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
God manifests himself to us in the first degree through the life of the universe, and in the second degree through the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To gaze into the depths of the sea is, in the imagination, like beholding the vast unknown, and from its most terrible… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
As we have explained, in first love the soul is taken long before the body; later the body is taken long before… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
First it was necessary to civilize man in relation to man. Now it is necessary to civilize man in relation to nature… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
And then, strange to say, the first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity; in a girl, it is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In the vast cosmical changes, the universal life comes and goes in unknown quantities, ... sowing an animalcule here, crumbling a star… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
No doubt it was necessary to civilize man in relation to man. That work is already advanced and is making progress every… — 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
The first proof of charity in a priest, and especially a bishop, is poverty. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time. To journey is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Primitive times are lyrical, ancient times epical, modern times dramatic. The ode sings of eternity, the epic imparts solemnity tohistory, the drama… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Upon the first goblet he read this inscription, monkey wine; upon the second, lion wine; upon the third, sheep wine; upon the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The first symptom of true love in a man is timidity, in a young woman, boldness. This is surprising, and yet nothing… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Science says the first word on everything, and the last word on nothing. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The word Gothic, in the sense in which it is generally employed, is wholly unsuitable, but wholly consecrated. Hence we accept it… — 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
