If I have not been exposed and am not in any danger of pursuit. But I have been exposed, I am pursued… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Such is the remorseless progression of human society, shedding lives and souls as it goes on its way. It is an ocean… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A day will come when a cannon will be exhibited in museums, just as instruments of torture are now, and the people… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Every step which the intelligence of Europe has taken has been in spite of the clerical party. — 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
To introduce a new play only six weeks after another has been banned is also a way to speak one's piece to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I think I missed my calling. I should have been an interior decorator. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all. Ever since history has been written, ever since philosophy has meditated, misery… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing can be more depressing than to expose, naked to the light of thought, the hideous growth of argot. Indeed it is… — 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
