Victor Hugo Quotes
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Labor is life; thought is light.
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Logic ignores the almost, just as the sun ignores the candle.
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If you look in the eyes of the young, you see flame. If you look in the eyes of the old, you see light.
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The man who fights against his own country is never a hero.
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Caution is the eldest child of wisdom.
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The poetic element lying hidden in most women is the source of their magnetic attraction.
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A benevolent malefactor, merciful, gentle, helpful, clement, a convict, returning good for evil, giving back pardon for hatred, preferring pity to vengeance, preferring to ruin himself rather than to ruin his enemy, saving him who had smitten him, kneeling on the heights of virtue, more nearly akin to an angel than to a man. Javert was constrained to admit to himself that this monster existed. Things could not go on in this manner.
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Kings are for nations in their swaddling-clothes: France has attained her majority.
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It is not enough to be happy, one must be content.
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Does not beauty confer a benefit upon us, even by the simple fact of being beautiful?
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What says the law? You will not kill. How does it say it? By killing!
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The future has many names: For the weak, it means the unattainable. For the fearful, it means the unknown. For the courageous, it means opportunity.
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God is behind everything, but everything hides God.
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A queen, devoid of beauty is not queen; She needs the royalty of beauty's mien.
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Great buildings, like great mountains, are the work of centuries.
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The production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth.
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Let the one fight for his flag, and the other for his ideal, and let them both imagine that they are fighting for the country; the strife will be colossal.
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There is a secret drawer in every woman's heart.
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He who despairs is wrong.
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France is great because she is France.
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A thousand men enslaved fear one beast free.
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For true poetry, complete poetry, consists in the harmony of contraries. Hence, it is time to say aloud--and it is here above allthat exceptions prove the rule--that everything that exists in nature exists in art.
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As we have said, robust souls are sometimes almost, but not entirely, overthrown by strokes of misfortune....Despair has steps leading upward. From total depression we rise to despondency, from despondency to affliction, from affliction to melancholy. Melancholy is a twilight state in which suffering transmutes into a somber joy....Melancholy is the enjoyment of being sad.
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The world of sleep has an existence of its own.