These are dark radiances. They have no suspicion that they are to be pitied. Certainly they are so. He who does not… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Strange to say, the luminous world is the invisible world; the luminous world is that which we do not see. Our eyes… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To introduce a new play only six weeks after another has been banned is also a way to speak one's piece to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Do not ask the name of the person who seeks a bed for the night. He who is reluctant to give his… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
O darkness, the sky is a gloomy precinct Whose door you close, and whose key the soul owns; And night divides itself… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
And if it happened to be a Christmas-night when the great bell seemed to rattle in its throat as it called the… — 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
