Victor Hugo Quotes
Most popular Victor Hugo Quotes
Freedom is not deliverance.
Loving is half of believing.
Stupidity talks, vanity acts.
Genius: the superhuman in man.
Right is right only when entire.
Conscience is God present in man.
Those who do not weep, do not see.
Taste is the common sense of genius.
Caution is the eldest child of wisdom.
Thought is the labor of the intellect.
Popularity? It is glory's small change.
Philosophy is the microscope of thought.
Popularity? It is glory's small change.
Men hate those to whom they have to lie.
Everything bows to success, even grammar.
What makes night within us may leave stars.
A genius is a promontory into the infinite.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
People do not lack strength; they lack will.
To meditate is to labor; to think is to act.
As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
To love another person is to see the face of god.
Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.
To rise from error to truth is rare and beautiful.
It is nothing to die; it is frightful not to live.
There is nothing like a dream to create the future.
A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
If you would civilize a man, begin with his grandmother.
Common sense is in spite of, not the result of, education.
Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
Let us suffer if we must, but let us suffer on the heights.
Man lives more by affirmation [appreciation] than by bread.
Laughter is sunshine, it chases winter from the human face.
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie its pleasure.
Laughter is the sun which drives winter from the human face.
Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.
Our acts make or mar us; we are the children of our own deeds.
Youth, even in its sorrows, always has a brilliancy of its own.
Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
For there are many great deeds done in the small struggles of life.
A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.
To learn to read is to kindle a fire; every syllable spelled sparkles.
Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibers.
An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.
Solitude either develops the mental power, or renders men dull and vicious.
Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.
No one knows like a woman how to say things which are at once gentle and deep.
One can resist the invasion of armies; one cannot resist the invasion of ideas.
It is the essence of truth that it is never excessive. Why should it exaggerate?
There is in every village a torch—the teacher; and an extinguisher—the clergyman.
Great perils have this beauty, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Have but luck, and you will have the rest; be fortunate, and you will be thought great.
Where the telescope ends, the microscope begins. Which of the two has the grander view?
The first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity; in a young girl it is boldness.
When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.
A stand can be made against invasion by an army; no stand can be made against invasion by an idea.
You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea.
There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world, and that is an idea whose time as come.
Nothing else in the world . . . not all the armies . . . is so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
I like the laughter that opens the lips and the heart, that shows at the same time pearls and the soul.
The soul aids the body, and at certain moments, raises it. It is the only bird which bears up its own cage.
A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is visible labor and there is an invisible labor.
Knowing exactly how much of the future can be introduced into the present is the secret of a great government.
The man who does not know other languages, unless he is a man of genius, necessarily has deficiencies in his ideas.
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves.
There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees.
Be like the bird, who Halting in his flight On limb too slight Feels it give way beneath him, Yet sings Knowing he hath wings.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved — loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself, or, more correctly, being loved in spite of yourself.
Be it true or false, what is said about people often has as much influence upon their lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do.
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.
There is no such thing as a little country. The greatness of a people is no more determined by their numbers than the greatness of a man is by his height.
Life, misfortune, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields which have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes.
Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields which have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes.
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace.
The brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over we realize this: that the human race has been roughly handled, but that it has advanced.
There is a sacred horror about everything grand. It is easy to admire mediocrity and hills; but whatever is too lofty, a genius as well as a mountain, an assembly as well as a masterpiece, seen too near, is appalling.
From the oyster to the eagle, from the swine to the tiger, all animals are to be found in men and each of them exists in some man, sometimes several at a time. Animals are nothing but the portrayal of our virtues and vices made manifest to our eyes, the visible reflections of our souls. God displays them to us to give us food for thought.
There is a determined though unseen bravery that defends itself foot by foot in the darkness against the fatal invasions of necessity and dishonesty. Noble and mysterious triumphs that no eye sees, and no fame rewards, and no flourish of triumph salutes. Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields that have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes.
To crush out fanaticism and revere the infinite, such is the law. Let us not confine ourselves to falling prostrate beneath the tree of creation and contemplating its vast ramifications full of stars. We have a duty to perform, to cultivate the human soul, to defend mystery against miracle, to adore the incomprehensible and to reject the absurd; to admit nothing that is inexplicable excepting what is necessary, to purify faith and obliterate superstition from the face of religion, to remove the vermin from the garden of God.