There exists, at the bottom of all abasement and misfortune, a last extreme which rebels and joins battle with the forces of… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Animals are nothing but the portrayal of our virtues and vices made manifest to our eyes, the visible reflections of our souls. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
We must never fear robbers or murderers. They are dangers from outside, small dangers. It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
From the oyster to the eagle, from the swine to the tiger, all animals are to be found in men and each… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Every good quality runs into a defect; economy borders on avarice, the generous are not far from the prodigal, the brave man… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Have no fear of robbers or murderers. They are external dangers, petty dangers. We should fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers;… — 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
