Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you in his image, I reply that he… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblances to merit… They confound the brilliance of the firmament with… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
As for the author, he is profoundly unaware of what the classical or romantic genre might consist of… In literature, as in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time, especially in that… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand. The fact is that the beautiful, humanly speaking, is merely form… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The fact is that the beautiful, humanly speaking, is merely form considered in its simplest aspect, in its most perfect symmetry, in… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It may be remarked in passing that success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblences to merit. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Can human nature ever be wholly and radically transformed? Can the man whom God made good be made wicked by man? Can… — 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
