If you wish to gain an idea of what revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to acquire an idea… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The French Revolution, which is nothing more nor less than the ideal armed with the sword, rose abruptly, and by that very… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“All this ferment was public, we might almost say tranquil. The imminent insurrection gathered its storm calmly in the face of the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Relegated as he was to a corner and as though sheltered behind the billiard table, the soldiers, their eyes fixed upon Enjolras,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Justice has its anger, my lord Bishop, and the wrath of justice is an element of progress. Whatever else may be said… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Who goes there?" At the same time, the click of guns, as they were lowered into position, was heard. Enjolras replied in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over we realize this: that the human race has been roughly handled,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Every man who has in his soul a secret feeling of revolt against any act of the State, of life, or of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“In Burgundy and in the cities of the South the tree of Liberty was planted. That is to say, a pole topped… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Another said , "I don't ask six months, I don't ask two. In less than two weeks we'll meet the government face… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“There are accepted revolutions, revolutions which are called revolutions; there are refused revolutions, which are called riots.” — Víctor Hugo Copy Share Image
If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over, this is recognized: that the human race has been harshly… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Revolutions spring not from accident, but from necessity. A revolution is a return from the factitious to the real. It takes place… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Where would the shout of love begin, if not from the summit of sacrifice? Oh my brothers, this is the junction between… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Gutenberg's invention of printing is the greatest event-the mother of revolution — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“At five in the morning, some policemen, unannounced, entered the house of a man named Pardon, later a member of the section… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich. He keeps up appearances, it is true, but I… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He was Antinous, wild. You would have said, seeing the thoughtful reflection of his eye, that he had already, in some preceding… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Right has its wrath, Bishop; and the wrath of right is an element of progress. In any case, and in spite of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Ninety-three" was the war of Europe against France, and of France against Paris. And what was the Revolution? It was the victory… — 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
