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
“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
“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
“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
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
...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
“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… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“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
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
“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
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
“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
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
“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
“Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
“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
“When those we love are in question, our prudence invents every sort of madness.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share
