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God put in man thought; society, action; nature, revery.
Victor Hugo
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The aim of art is almost divine: to bring to life again if it is writing history, to create if it is writing poetry.
Victor Hugo
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Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time. To journey is to be born and die each minute...All the elements of life are in constant flight from us, with darkness and clarity intermingled, the vision and the eclipse; we look and hasten, reaching out our hands to clutch; every happening is a bend in the road...and suddenly we have grown old. We have a sense of shock and gathering darkness; ahead is a black doorway; the life that bore us is a flagging horse, and a veiled stranger is waiting in the shadows to unharness us.
Victor Hugo
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Solitude either develops the mental power, or renders men dull and vicious.
Victor Hugo
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Enthusiasm is the fever of reason.
Victor Hugo
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True thinkers are characterized by a blending of clearness and mystery.
Victor Hugo
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He left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger rather than cause her pain. He had kept all the pain for himself.
Victor Hugo
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His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.
Victor Hugo
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The earlier works of a man of genius are always preferred to the newer ones, in order to prove that he is going down instead of up.
Victor Hugo
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Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of passion. Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts. If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. To love another person is to see the face of God.
Victor Hugo
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Nothing is more imminent than the impossible . . . what we must always foresee is the unforeseen.
Victor Hugo
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The English took the eagle and Austrians the eaglet. [Fr., L'Angleterre prit l'aigle, et l'Autriche l'aiglon.]
Victor Hugo
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O youth! thou often tearest thy wings against the thorns of voluptuousness.
Victor Hugo
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Nobody loves the light like the blind man.
Victor Hugo
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Profound hearts, wise minds, take life as God makes it; it is a long trial, and unintelligible preparation for the unknown destiny.
Victor Hugo
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If I were Jesus Christ, I would save Judas.
Victor Hugo
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Philosophy is the microscope of thought.
Victor Hugo
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Love each other dearly always. There is scarcely anything else in the world but that: to love one another.
Victor Hugo
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Love is reducing the universe to one being.
Victor Hugo
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Go out in the world and work like money doesn't matter, sing as if no one is listening, love as if you have never been hurt, and dance as if no one is watching.
Victor Hugo
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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.
Victor Hugo
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Idleness, pleasure, what abysses! To do nothing is a dreary course to take, be sure of it. To live idle upon the substance of society! To be useless, that is to say, noxious! This leads straight to the lowest depth of misery.
Victor Hugo
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So your desire is to do nothing? Well, you shall not have a week, a day, an hour, free from oppression. You shall not be able to lift anything without agony. Every passing minute will make your muscles crack. What is feather to others will be a rock to you. The simplest things will become difficult. Life will become monstrous about you. To come, to go, to breathe, will be so many terrible tasks for you. Your lungs will feel like a hundred-pound weight.
Victor Hugo
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We shall not attempt to give the reader an idea of that tetrahedron nose-that horse-shoe mouth-that small left eye over-shadowed by a red bushy brow, while the right eye disappeared entirely under an enormous wart-of those straggling teeth with breaches here and there like the battlements of a fortress-of that horny lip, over which one of those teeth projected like the tusk of an elephant-of that forked chin-and, above all, of the expression diffused over the whole-that mixture of malice, astonishment, and melancholy. Let the reader, if he can, figure to himself this combination.
Victor Hugo
