“This light of history is pitiless; it has a strange and divine quality that, luminous as it is, and precisely because it… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of kings? Yes. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
When a man understands the art of seeing, he can trace the spirit of an age and the features of a king… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
For, to make deserts, God, who rules mankind, Begins with kings, and ends the work by wind. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
For dogs we kings should have lions, and for cats, tigers. The great benefits a crown. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Ecclesiastes names thee Almighty, the Maccabees name thee Creator, the Epistle to the Ephesians names thee Liberty, Baruch names thee Immensity, the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Kings are for nations in their swaddling-clothes: France has attained her majority. — 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
