The future has many names: For the weak, it means the unattainable. For the fearful, it means the unknown. For the courageous,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Social prosperity means man happy, the citizen free, the nation great. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Civil war.... What did the words mean? Was there any such thing as "foreign war"? Was not all warfare between men warfare… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There is no supernatural, there is only nature. Nature alone exists and contains all. All is. There is the part of nature… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Ah," cried Gavroche, "what does this mean? It rains again! ...If this continues, I withdraw my subscription. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
When we are at the end of life, to die means to go away; when we are at the beginning, to go… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers? — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Genius is rare because the means of becoming one have not been available — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Equality does not mean that all plants must grow to the same height - a society of tall grass and dwarf trees,… — 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
