To be wicked does not insure prosperity - for the inn did not succeed well. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Cheerfulness is like money well expended in charity; the more we dispense of it, the greater our possession. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on condition… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Ah! There you are! he exclaimed, looking at Jean Valjean. I'm so glad to see you. Well, but how is this? I… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The beginning as well as the end of all his thoughts was hatred of human law, that hatred which, if it be… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
So your desire is to do nothing? Well, you shall not have a week, a day, an hour, free from oppression. You… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
What was more needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life, where he had so little leisure,… — 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
