Victor Hugo Quotes
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There is a way of meeting error while on the road of truth.
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True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their destinies, as that which they do.
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You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen.
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Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. ‘The Spirit is a garden,’ said he.
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Nothing discernible to the eye of the spirit is more brilliant or obscure than man; nothing is more formidable, complex, mysterious, and infinite. There is a prospect greater than the sea, and it is the sky; there is a prospect greater than the sky, and it is the human soul.
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I think, therefore I doubt.
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Despots play their part in the works of thinkers. Fettered words are terrible words. The writer doubles and trebles the power of his writing when a ruler imposes silence on the people. Something emerges from that enforced silence, a mysterious fullness which filters through and becomes steely in the thought.
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Being good is easy, what is difficult is being just.
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I'd rather be hissed at for a good verse, than applauded for a bad one.
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In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul.
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Babylon violated diminishes Alexander; Rome enslaved diminishes Caesar; massacred Jerusalem diminishes Titus. Tyranny follows the tyrant. Woe to the man who leaves behind a shadow that bears his form.
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Crime is redeemed by remorse, but not by a blow of the axe or slipknot. Blood has to be washed by tears but not by blood.
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That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.
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The rich's paradise was created by the poor's hell.
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Sire, you are looking at a plain man, and I am looking at a great man. Each of us may benefit.
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Life is a theatre set in which there are but few practicable entrances.
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Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.' 'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. 'That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.
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Seeing so much poverty everywhere makes me think that God is not rich. He gives the appearance of it, but I suspect some financial difficulties.
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Yes, instruction! Light! Light! Everything comes from light, and to everything it returns.
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Women are more credulous than men.
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A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!
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People do not read stupidities with impunity.
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They say love is blindness of heart; I say not to love is blindness.
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Where would the shout of love begin, if not from the summit of sacrifice?