Victor Hugo Quotes
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I believe, sir, in all the progress. Air navigation is the result of the oceanic navigation: from water the human has to pass in the air. Everywhere where creation will be breathable to him, the human will penetrate into the creation. Our only limit is life.
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How frightened hypocrisy hastens to defend itself.
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In the Twentieth Century war will be dead, the scaffold will be dead, hatred will be dead, frontier boundaries will be dead, dogmas will be dead; man will live. He will possess something higher than all these-a great country, the whole earth, and a great hope, the whole heaven.
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I represent a party which does not yet exist: the party Revolution-Civilization. This party will make the twentieth century. There will issue from it first the United States of Europe, then the United States of the World.
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God secludes Himself; but the thinker listens at the door.
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Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.
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Popularity? It's glory's small change.
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The author creates a book and the people accept or not accept it. The creator of a book is an author and the creator of it`s fate are people.
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Work, which makes a man free, and thought, which makes him worthy of freedom.
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Happiness wishes everybody happy.
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It is an unpleasant thing to go to bed without supper, it is a still less pleasant thing not to sup and not to know where one is to sleep.
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Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.
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Emergencies have always been necessary to progress. It was darkness which produced the lamp. It was fog that produced the compass. It was hunger that drove us to exploration. And it took a depression to teach us the real value of a job.
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It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.
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At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted on her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of the executioner.
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There is but one way of refusing To-morrow, that is to die.
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God became man, granted. The devil became a woman.
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Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black scarf, then the great heavy child's shoes Cosette could still almost have worn, so small was her foot, then the vest of very thich fustian, then the knitted petticoat, the the apron with pockets, then the wool stockings.... Then his venerable white head fell on the bed, this old stoical heart broke, his face was swallowed up, so to speak, in Cosette's clothes, and anybody who had passed along the staircase at that moment would have heard irrepressible sobbing.
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The most beautiful of altars, he said, is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thankfing God.
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Oh Lord! Open the doors of night for me So that I may leave this place and disappear.
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Human intelligence discovered a way of perpetuating itself, one not only more durable and more resistant than architecture, but also simpler and easier. Architecture was dethroned. The stone letters of Orpheus gave way to the lead letters of Gutenburg. The book will kill the edifice.
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The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.
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Wisdom is the health of the soul.
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The wind of revolutions is not tractable.