“Marius saw in Bonaparte the dazzling spectre which will always rise upon the frontier, and which will guard the future. Despot but… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in all things write the word… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Tomorrow, at dawn, the moment the countryside is washed with daylight, I will leave. You see, I know that you wait for… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Oh! would that we were lying side by side in the same grave, hand in hand, and from time to time, in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Well, listen a moment, Monsieur Mayor; I have often been severe in my life towards others. It was just. I did right.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“What is more melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the first and the last time? To travel… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He sleeps although so much he was denied. He lived and when his dear love left him died. It happened of itself,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The convent, which belongs to the West as it does to the East, to antiquity as it does to the present time,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The moment comes when protest is not enough; reason must give way to action, and force ensure what thought has conceived.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“More powerful than the mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Each time he uttered the word ‘Monsieur’ in his mild, compassionable voice, the man’s face lighted up. The courtesy, to the ex-convict,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time. To journey is… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nothing else in the world... not all the armies... is so powerful as an idea whose time has come. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Better than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“You have done well to come and look at a man who is on the point of death. It is well that… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Primitive times are lyrical, ancient times epical, modern times dramatic. The ode sings of eternity, the epic imparts solemnity tohistory, the drama… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Up to that time, the Republic, the Empire, had been to him only monstrous words. The Republic, a guillotine in the twilight;… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“In the moment when the eyes of the two men met, Javert, without having moved or made the least gesture, became hideous.… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“They fathomed principle; they attached themselves to right. They longed for the absolute, they caught glimpses of the infinite realisations; the absolute,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come. — 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
