To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
The man is placed where the Earth ends, the woman, where the heaven starts.
Are you afraid of the good you might do?
One sometimes says: 'He killed himself because he was bored with life.' One ought rather to say: 'He killed himself because he was bored by lack of life.'
Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with one wounds himself with the other.
Because a fact seems strange to you, you conclude that it is not one. ... All science, however, commences by being strange. Science is successive. It goes from one wonder to another. It mounts by a ladder. The science of to-day would seem extravagant to the science of a former time. Ptolemy would be
The man who does not know other languages, unless he is a man of genius, necessarily has deficiencies in his ideas.
I don't mind what Congress does, as long as they don't do it in the streets and frighten the horses.
There are no rules for felicity.
Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love. Victor Hug
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.
An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise. Victor
There is in every village a torch - the teacher; and an extinguisher - the priest.
Morality is truth in full bloom.
Forget not, never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man.... Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!
Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.
Reason is intelligence taking exercise. Imagination is intelligence with an erection.
Wisdom and eloquence are not always united.
Every good quality runs into a defect; economy borders on avarice, the generous are not far from the prodigal, the brave man is close to the bully; he who is very pious is slightly sanctimonious; there are just as many vices to virtue as there are holes in the mantle of Diogenes.
He had slipped, climbed, rolled, searched, walked, persevered, that is all. Such is the secret of all triumphs.
It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of kings? Yes.
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure. Victor
To think is of itself to be useful; it is always and in all cases a striving toward God.
We see past time in a telescope and present time in a microscope. Hence the apparent enormities of the present.
Concision in style, precision in thought, decision in life. Victor
A breath of Paris preserves the soul.
Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.
Who then can calculate the path of the molecule? how do we know that the creations of worlds are not determined by the fall of grains of sand?
Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.
There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.