“In front marched Egypt. The Duke of Egypt at their head, on horseback, with his counts on foot, holding his bridle and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Was it possible that Napoleon should win the battle of Waterloo? We answer, No! Why? Because of Wellington? Because of Blucher? No!… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Marius saw in Bonaparte the dazzling spectre which will always rise upon the frontier, and which will guard the future. Despot but… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Be fair, my friends! To be the empire of such an emperor, what a splendid destiny for a nation, when that nation… — 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
“Napoleon was accustomed to gaze steadily at war; he never added up the heart-rending details, cipher by cipher; ciphers mattered little to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“to cause constellations of victories to flash forth at each instant from the zenith of the centuries, to make the French Empire… — 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
