Victor Hugo Quotes
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Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.
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By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.
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Well, for us, in history where goodness is a rare pearl, he who was good almost takes precedence over he who was great.
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God has bestowed two gifts on man: hope and ignorance. Ignorance is the better of the two.
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Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest.
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Curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery.
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Architecture has recorded the great ideas of the human race. Not only every religious symbol, but every human thought has its page in that vast book.
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The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.
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The animal is ignorant of the fact that he knows. The man is aware of the fact that he is ignorant.
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In the French language, there is a great gulf between prose and poetry; in English, there is hardly any difference. It is a splendid privilege of the great literary languages Greek, Latin, and French that they possess a prose. English has not this privilege. There is no prose in English.
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Nature has made a pebble and a female. The lapidary makes the diamond, and the lover makes the woman.
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The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.
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Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.
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There is nothing like a dream to create the future.
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How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
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Wisdom is a sacred communion.
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An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.
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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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Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.
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Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children.