To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time, especially in that… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The Parisian is to the French what the Athenian was to the Greeks: no one sleeps better than he, no one is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
And, moreover, when it happens that both are sincere and good, nothing will mix and amalgamate more easily than an old priest… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Not seeing people allows you to think of them as perfect in all kinds of ways. — 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
