“She worked to live; then, also to live, for the heart too has its hunger, she loved.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“If there is anything more poignant than a body agonizing for want of bread, it is a soul dying for hunger of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Emergencies have always been necessary to progress. It was darkness which produced the lamp. It was fog that produced the compass. It… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Intellectual and moral growth is no less indispensable than material amelioration... If three is anything more poignant than a body agonizing for… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Let us enter equal complaint against stomachs and minds which do not eat. If there is anything more heart-breaking than a body… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
He had, they said, tasted in succession all the apples of the tree of knowledge, and, whether from hunger or disgust, had… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The three great problems of this century; the degradation of man in the proletariat, the subjection of women through hunger, the atrophy… — 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
