Justice has its anger, my lord Bishop, and the wrath of justice is an element of progress. Whatever else may be said… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars. Cimourdain was full of virtues and truth, but they shine out of a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing is more true, more real, than the primeval magnetic disturbances that two souls may communicate to one another, through the tiny… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
His universal compassion was due less to natural instinct, than to a profound conviction, a sum of thoughts that in the course… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
So a voice in the mountain is enough to let loose an avalanche. A word too much may be followed by a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Take all reasonable advantage of that which the present may offer you. It is the only time which is ours. Yesterday is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Sire, you are looking at a plain man, and I am looking at a great man. Each of us may benefit. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
...The girls chirped and chatted like uncaged warblers. They were delirious with joy... Intoxications of life’s morning! Enchanted years! The wing of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A saint addicted to excessive self-abnegation is a dangerous associate; he may infect you with poverty, and a stiffening of those joints… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Anger may be foolish and absurd, and one may be wrongly irritated, but a man never feels outraged unless in some respect… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
We may remark in passing that to be blind and beloved may, in this world where nothing is perfect, be among the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and… — 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
Oh Lord! Open the doors of night for me So that I may leave this place and disappear. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The truth of an upright man must be accepted on his own terms. Moreover, since natures vary, we must agree that all… — 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
In 1815, M. Charles Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D-----. He was a man of seventy-five, and had occupied the bishopric of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The book which the reader now holds in his hands, from one end to the other, as a whole and in its… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
...We pray together, we are afraid together, and then we go to sleep. Even if Satan came into the house, no one… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It may be remarked in passing that success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblences to merit. — 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
