Nothing is really small; whoever is open to the deep penetration of nature knows this. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Words being but a breath, the stir of awakened minds is like the rustling of leaves.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The true division of humanity is this: the luminous and the dark. To diminish the number of the dark, to increase the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He felt that to increase his knowledge was to strengthen his hatred. Under certain circumstances, instruction and enlightenment may serve as rallying… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
In this world, which is so plainly the antechamber of another, there are no happy men. The true division of humanity is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“People are unlearning certain things, and they do well, provided that, while unlearning them they learn this: There is no vacuum in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“A library implies an act of faith which generations, still in darkness hid, sign in their night in witness of the dawn."… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Intellectual and moral growth is no less indispensable than material improvement. Knowledge is a viaticum. Though is a prime necessity; truth 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
