Victor Hugo Quotes
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There are souls which, crab-like, crawl continually toward darkness, going back in life rather than advancing in it, using what experience they have to increase their deformity, growing worse without ceasing, and becoming steeped more and more thoroughly in an intensifying wickedness.
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Not seeing people permits us to imagine them with every perfection.
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Kings are for nations in their swaddling-clothes: France has attained her majority.
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Caution is the eldest child of wisdom.
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She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.
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Labor is life; thought is light.
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Great buildings, like great mountains, are the work of centuries.
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Does not beauty confer a benefit upon us, even by the simple fact of being beautiful?
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God is behind everything, but everything hides God.
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The world of sleep has an existence of its own.
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The man who fights against his own country is never a hero.
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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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I was always a lover of soft-winged things.
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A thousand men enslaved fear one beast free.
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A queen, devoid of beauty is not queen; She needs the royalty of beauty's mien.
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I was dying when you came.
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A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun.
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God knows better than we do what we need.
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It is the essence of truth that it is never excessive.... We must not resort to the flame where only light is required.
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What says the law? You will not kill. How does it say it? By killing!
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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 production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth.
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He who despairs is wrong.
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We teachers make the road, others will make the journey.