Victor Hugo Quotes
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It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
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Men like me are impossible until the day when they become necessary.
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No one ever keeps a secret so well as a child.
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As a means of contrast with the sublime, the grotesque is, in our view, the richest source that nature can offer.
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To think is of itself to be useful; it is always and in all cases a striving toward God.
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It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of kings? Yes.
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It is from books that wise people derive consolation in the troubles of life.
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Society is a republic. When an individual tries to lift themselves above others, they are dragged down by the mass, either by ridicule or slander.
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Close by the Rights of Man, at the least set beside them, are the Rights of the Spirit.
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To rise from error to truth is rare and beautiful.
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Revolution is the larva of civilization.
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He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life.
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The ox suffers, the cart complains.
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Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.
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There is nothing like a dream to create the future.
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If you don't build castles in the air you won't build anything on the ground.
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Mankind is not a circle with a single center but an ellipse with two focal points of which facts are one and ideas the other.
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Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The heart of a handsome young man is often deformed. There are hearts in which love does not keep. Young girl, the pine is not beautiful; it is not beautiful like the poplar, but it keeps its foliage in winter.
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Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence.
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When liberty returns, I will return.
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Men become accustomed to poison by degrees.
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My childhood began, as everybody's childhood begins, with prejudices. Man finds prejudices beside his cradle, puts them from him a little in the course of his career, and often, alas! takes to them again in his old age.
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Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.
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My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic.