Victor Hugo Quotes
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By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.
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Curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery.
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Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the trees more trembling, the odor of the grass more penetrating; never had the birds fallen asleep among the leaves with a sweeter noise; never had all the harmonies of universal serenity responded more thoroughly to the inward music of love; never had Marius been more captivated, more happy, more ecstatic.
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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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Nature has made a pebble and a female. The lapidary makes the diamond, and the lover makes the woman.
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Pain is as diverse as man. One suffers as one can.
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I will be Chateaubriand or nothing.
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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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What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.
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It is often necessary to know how to obey a woman in order sometimes to have the right to command her.
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In the opera we call love, the libretto is almost nothing.
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Strong and bitter words indicate a weak cause.
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Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.
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To rise from error to truth is rare and beautiful.
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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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In this world, which is so plainly the antechamber of another, there are no happy men. The true division of humanity is between those who live in light and those who live in darkness. Our aim must be to diminish the number of the latter and increase the number of the former. That is why we demand education and knowledge.
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The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.
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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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Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.
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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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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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Wisdom is a sacred communion.
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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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Fashions have done more harm than revolutions.