Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Paris is a sum total. Paris is the ceiling of the human race. All this prodigious city is an epitome of dead… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It has become necessary to call the attention of European governments to a fact which is apparently so insignificant that the governments… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Because a fact seems strange to you, you conclude that it is not one. ... All science, however, commences by being strange.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing can be more depressing than to expose, naked to the light of thought, the hideous growth of argot. Indeed it is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A translation in verse . . . seems to me something absurd, impossible. — 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
