Quotes by Victor Marie Hugo
There is no more sovereign eloquence than the truth in indignation.
Popularity It is glory's small change.
The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.
Those who live are those who fight.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
We see past time in a telescope and present time in a microscope. Hence the apparent enormities of the present.
What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.
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.
Conscience is God present in man.
A war between Europeans is a civil war.
A compliment is like a kiss through a veil.
Wisdom is a sacred communion. Wisdom
Never laugh at those who suffer; suffer sometimes those who laugh.
The flesh is the surface of the unknown.
There is one thing stronger than all the armies of the world, and that is an idea whose time has come.
The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist; it is by the ideal that we live.
The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
In the relations of humans with the animals, with the flowers, with all the objects of creation, there is a whole great ethic scarcely seen as yet.
There exists, at the bottom of all abasement and misfortune, a last extreme which rebels and joins battle with the forces of law and respectability in a desperate struggle, waged partly by cunning and partly by violence, at once sick and ferocious, in which it attacks the prevailing social order with the pin-pricks of vice and the hammer-blows of crime.
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.
Doing nothing is happiness for children and misery for old men.
The omnipotence of evil has never resulted in anything but fruitless efforts. Our thoughts always escape from whoever tries to smother them.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey. Love
Stupidity talks, vanity acts.
