We are in the hands of those gods, those monsters, those giants: our thoughts. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labor and there is an invisible labor. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Philosophy is the microscope of thought. Everything desires to flee from it, but nothing escapes it. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The Unknown is an ocean. What is conscience? It is the compass of the Unknown. Thought,” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“What a contemplation for the mind, and what endless food for thought, is the reverberation of God upon the human wall!” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Particularly at those moments when we have the sorest need of grasping the sharp realities of life do the threads of thought… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure. To replace thought by reverie is to confound poison with nourishment.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Thought is the work of the intellect, reverie is its self-indulgence. To substitute day-dreaming for thought is to confuse a poison with… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“It is certain that people do talk to themselves; there is no living being who has not done it. It may even… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
...Human thought has no limit. At its risk and peril, it analyzes and dissects its own fascination. We could almost say that,… — 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
“One can no more prevent thought from recurring to an idea than one can the sea from returning to the shore: the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He endeavored to collect his thoughts, but did not succeed. At those hours especially when we have sorest need of grasping the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“We all know the artfulness with which a dropped coin hides itself, and the job we have to find it again. There… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“It may indeed be said that the word is never a more splendid mystery than when it travels in a man's mind… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“A certain amount of reverie is good, like a narcotic in discreet doses. It soothes the fever, occasionally high, of the brain… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Thought must always contain an element of desire, but there is none in dreaming. The dream, which is wholly spontaneous, adopts and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He was there alone with himself, collected, tranquil, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart with the serenity of the skies, moved… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The glance of women resembles certain combinations of wheels, which are tranquil in appearance yet formidable. You pass close to them every… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Certainly we talk to ourselves; there is no thinking being who has not experienced that. One could even say that the word is never a more magnificent mystery than when, within a man, it travels from his thought to his conscience and returns from his conscience to his thought. This is the only sense of the words, so often used… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“In fact, were it given to our human eye to see into the consciences of others, we would judge a man much… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Thought is more than a right - it is the very breath of man. Whoever fetters thought attacks man himself. To speak,… — 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 up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was performing a religious act, and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“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
