From a political point of view, there is but one principle, the sovereignty of man over himself. This sovereignty of myself over myself is called Liberty
We say and exclaim within ourselves without breaking silence, in a tumult where everything speaks except our mouths. The realities of the soul are none the less real for being invisible and impalpable.
Concision in style, precision in thought, decision in life. Victor
There are no trifles in the human story, no trifling leaves on the tree.
A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come. Victor Hug
Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.
No one ever keeps a secret so well as a child.
He reached for his pocket, and found there, only reality
Do not forget, do not ever forget, that you have promised me to use the money to make yourself an honest man.' Valjean, who did not recall having made any promise, was silent. The bishop had spoken the words slowly and deliberately. He concluded with a solemn emphasis: Jean Valjean, my brother, you
The clouds, - the only birds that never sleep.
We need those who pray constantly to compensate for those who do not pray at all.
An increase of tenderness always ended by boiling over and turning to indignation. He was at the point where we seek to adopt a course, and to accept what tears us apart.
Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
It is an unpleasant thing to go to bed without supper, it is a still less pleasant thing not to sup and not to know where one is to sleep.
Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. â€˜The Spirit is a garden,â€™ said he
I see black light (his last words)
To destroy abuses is not enough; Habits must also be changed. The windmill has gone, but the wind is still there." ~old man G--- to Monseigneur Bienvenu Myriel
Love, thine is the future. Death, I use thee, but I hate thee. Citizens, there shall be in the future neither darkness nor thunderbolts; neither ferocious ignorance nor blood for blood.
Hope is a delusion; no hand can grasp a wave or a shadow.
It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in possession of the false aim of life, happiness, we forget the true aim, duty!
The eye of a man should be still more reverent before the rising of a young maiden than before the rising of a star. The possibility of touch should increase respect. The down of the peach, the dust of the plum, the radiated crystal of snow, the butterflyâ€™s wing powdered with feathers, are gross t
...Man lives by affirmation even more than he does by bread.
In the domain of art there is no light without heat.
Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters. Victor Hug
Philosophy is the microscope of thought.
I would have liked to be - indeed, I should have been - a second Rembrandt.
Taste is the common sense of genius.
Liberation is not deliverance.