Quotes from Victor Hugo

It was one of those cases in which Jean Bart180 would have used the words he used to address to the sea each time he escaped shipwreck: "Cheated you, Englishman!" It is well known that when Jean Bart wanted to insult the ocean he called it the "Englishman.

gentleness and tenderness are born with love, and the young girl who cherishes within her breast a trembling and fragile ideal has mercy on the wing of a butterfly.

Dac? nu s-ar aprinde nimic înd?r?tul pleoapei, înseamn? c? nici un gând nu încolÈ›eÈ™te în minte, înseamn? c? nici un sentiment de dragoste nu clocoteÈ™te în inim?. Acela care iubeÈ™te, acela are È™i voin??, iar voinÈ›a înfl?c?reaz? privirea omului. Hot?rârea toarn? foc în privire; foc minunat, iscat de arderea gândurilor timide.

CHAPTER IV—THOLOMYES IS SO MERRY THAT HE SINGS A SPANISH DITTY

To destroy abuses is not sufficient; customs must be modified. The mill is there no longer; the wind is still there.

It is the story of society's purchase of a slave. A slave purchased from poverty, hunger, cold, loneliness, defenselessness, destitution. A squalid bargain: human soul for a hunk of bread. Poverty offers and society accepts.

The transept belfry and the two towers were to him three great cages, the birds in which, taught by him, would sing for him alone. Yet it was these same bells which had made him deaf; but mothers are often fondest of the child who has made them suffer most.

It was the beginning of the end.

To-morrow fulfils its work irresistibly, and it is already fulfilling it to-day.

O Josephine, face more than irregular, you would be charming were you not all askew. You have the air of a pretty face upon which some one has sat down by mistake.

Did not i say that things would come right of themselves? said the Bishop. Then he added, with a smile, To him who contents himself with the surplice of a curate, God sends the cope of an archbishop. Monseigneur, murmured the cure, throwing back his head with a smile. God or the Devil.

The hatred of luxury is not an intelligent hatred. This hatred would involve the hatred of the arts.

Society absolutely must look into these things since they are its own work.

The sins of women and children, domestic servants and the weak, the poor and the ignorant, are the sins of the husbands and fathers, the masters, the strong and the rich and the educated.

Sin as little as possible - that is the law of mankind. Not to sin at all is the dream of the angel. All earthly tings are subject to sin. Sin is like gravity.

It is a charming quality of the happiness we inspire in others that, far from being diminished like a reflection, it comes back to us enhanced.

Se encontraba totalmente absorto en esa especie de contemplación estática en la que una autor ve surgir, una a una, todas sus ideas, por boca de los autores, entre el silencio de todo el auditorio

Sire! do not break out into thunder over such a nonentity as myself. God's great thunderbolts are not for bombarding lettuces.

His only theatre is the free show that god provides, the sky and the stars, flowers and children, mankind who's sufferings he shares and the created world in which he is trying his wings

How pretty it is here! It was an awful hovel, but she felt free.

But the work of the wise is one thing and the work of the merely clever is another.

Teach those who are ignorant as many things as possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces. This soul is full of shadow; sin is therein committed. The guilty one is not the person who has committed the sin, but the person who has created the shadow." It

To cling to his paradise and become a devil or become a saint by going back to hell?

He resolved to leave the convent.