The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.
Caution is the eldest child of wisdom
These Greek capitals, black with age, and quite deeply graven in the stone, with I know not what signs peculiar to Gothic calligraphy imprinted upon their forms and upon their attitudes, as though with the purpose of revealing that it had been a hand of the Middle Ages which had inscribed them there
Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you in his image, I reply that he must have been very ugly.
Men are still men. The despot's wickedness Comes of ill teaching, and of power's excess,-- Comes of the purple he from childhood wears, Slaves would be tyrants if the chance were theirs.
God blesses man, not for having found but for having sought.
...The girls chirped and chatted like uncaged warblers. They were delirious with joy... Intoxications of lifeâ€™s morning! Enchanted years! The wing of a dragonfly trembles! Oh, reader, whoever you may be, do you have such memories? Have you walked in the underbrush, pushing aside branches for the c
A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!
Thought is more than a right - it is the very breath of man. Whoever fetters thought attacks man himself. To speak, to write, to publish, are things, so far as the right is concerned, absolutely identical. They are the ever-enlarging circles of intelligence in action; they are the sonorous waves of
The wise man does not grow old, but ripens. Victor
It is only barbarous nations who have a sudden growth after a victory
Reality in strong doses frightens.
Stupidity talks, vanity acts. Victor
There are many lovely women, but no perfect ones.
To know, to think, to dream. That is everything.
Women play with their beauty as children do with their knives. They wound themselves with it.
Nothing else in the world... not all the armies... is so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
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 the time. Animals are nothing but the portrayal of our virtues and vices made manifest to our eyes, the visible reflections of our souls. God displa
It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.
Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.
...Human thought has no limit. At its risk and peril, it analyzes and dissects its own fascination. We could almost say that, by a sort of splendid reaction, it fascinates nature; the mysterious world surrounding us returns what it receives; it is likely that contemplators are contemplated.
Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.
I am in the night. There is a being who has gone away and carried the heavens with her. Oh! to be laid side by side in the same tomb, hand clasped in hand, and from time to time, in the darkness, to caress a finger gently, that would suffice for my eternity.
Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.' 'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. 'That is to be two and to be but on
When God desires to destroy a thing, he entrusts its destruction to the thing itself. Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide.
The peasants of the Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one pup that is killed by the mother for fear that on growing up it would devour the other little ones.
We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.
Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.
I love all men who think, even those who think otherwise than myself.
Strong and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a stepmother, is sometimes a mother; privation gives birth to power of soul and mind; distress is the nurse of self-respect; misfortune is a good breast for great souls.