Victor Hugo Quotes
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Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.
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Happiness wishes everybody happy.
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Science is continually correcting what it has said. Fertile corrections... science is a ladder... poetry is a winged flight... An artistic masterpiece exists for all time... Dante does not efface Homer.
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To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.
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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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There is but one way of refusing To-morrow, that is to die.
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Wisdom is the health of the soul.
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We are not loved by our friends for what we are; rather, we are loved in spite of what we are.
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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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In the vast cosmical changes, the universal life comes and goes in unknown quantities, ... sowing an animalcule here, crumbling a star there, oscillating and ... entangling, from the highest to the lowest, all activities in the obscurity of a dizzying mechanism, hanging the flight of an insect upon the movement of the earth... Enormous gearing, whose first motor is the gnat, and whose last wheel is the zodiac.
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The first proof of charity in a priest, and especially a bishop, is poverty.
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A wretched woman is more unfortunate than a wretched man.
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The real, native South Seas food is lousy. You can't eat it.
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To know how to distinguish the agitation arising from covetousness, from the agitation arising from principles, to fight the one and aid the other, in this lies the genius and the power of great revolutionary leaders.
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Many great actions are committed in small struggles.
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There is no more sovereign eloquence than the truth in indignation.
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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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Reason is intelligence taking exercise. Imagination is intelligence with an erection.
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The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends, and guarded him.
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Work, which makes a man free, and thought, which makes him worthy of freedom.
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There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.
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These are dark radiances. They have no suspicion that they are to be pitied. Certainly they are so. He who does not weep does not see. They are to be admired and pitied, as one would both pity and admire a being at once night and day, without eyes beneath his lashes but with a star on his brow.
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Joy is the reflex of terror.
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It is the peculiarity of grief to bring out the childish side of man.