Victor Hugo Quotes
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The man who does not know other languages, unless he is a man of genius, necessarily has deficiencies in his ideas.
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The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome — this orphan, this foundling, this outcast.
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Death belongs to God alone; by what right do men touch that unknown thing?
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Mettre tout en équilibre, c'est bien; mettre tout en harmonie, c'est mieux.
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It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in possession of the false aim of life, happiness, we forget the true aim, duty!
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Morality is truth in full bloom.
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My revenge is fraternity! No more frontiers! The Rhine for everyone! Let us be the same Republic, let us be the United States of Europe, let us be the continental federation, let us be European liberty, let us be universal peace!
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The convent is supreme egotism resulting in supreme self-denial.
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His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.
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True thinkers are characterized by a blending of clearness and mystery.
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Every bird which flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw.
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You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope.
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A one-eyed man is much more incomplete than a blind man, for he knows what it is that's lacking.
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I repeat, whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all.
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When grace combines with wrinkles, it is admirable. There is an indescribable light of dawn about intensely happy old age. . . . The young person is handsome, but the old, superb.
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God created the flirt as soon as he made the fool.
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Tobacco is the plant that converts thoughts into dreams.
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Hope is a delusion; no hand can grasp a wave or a shadow.
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Who can be sure that Jean Valjean had not been on the verge of losing heart and giving up the struggle? In loving he recovered his strength. But the truth is that he was no less vulnerable than Cosette. He protected her and she sustained him. Thanks to him she could go forward into life, and thanks to her he could continue virtous. He was the child's support and she his mainstay. Sublime, unfathomable marvel of the balance of destiny!
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You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea.
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Love is the salutation of the angel to the stars.
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Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.
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Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.
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I think I missed my calling. I should have been an interior decorator.