Those who live are those who fight.
Taste is the common sense of genius.
If suffer we must, let's suffer on the heights.
Style is the substance of the subject called unceasingly to the surface.
Wisdom is the health of the soul.
Is it not when the fall is the lowest that charity ought to be the greatest?
A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!
I'd like a drink. I desire to forget life. Life is a hideous invention by somebody I don't know. It doesn't last, and it's good for nothing. You break your neck simply living.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide.
Friend is sometimes a word devoid of meaning; enemy, never.
...mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain.
...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.
In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul.
To pay compliments to the one we love is the first method of caressing, a demi-audacity venturing. A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
The beginning as well as the end of all his thoughts was hatred of human law, that hatred which, if it be not checked in its growth by some providential event, becomes, in a certain time, hatred of society, then hatred of the human race, and then hatred of creation, and reveals itself by a vague and
There have been in this century only one great man and one great thing: Napoleon and liberty. For want of the great man, let us have the great thing.
Vengeance comes from the individual and punishment from God.
You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope.
What was more needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life, where he had so little leisure, between gardening in the daytime, and contemplation at night? Was not this narrow enclosure, with the sky for a background, enough to enable him to adore God in his most beautiful as well
Foppery is the egotism of clothes.
Genius: the superhuman in man.
Stupidity talks, vanity acts. Victor Hug
I put a Phrygian cap on the old dictionary. Victor Hug
No matter who you are, the thought of so much suffering and degradation must cause you to shudder at the sight of a veil or cassock, those two shrouds of human invention.
I refuse the oration of all churches. I ask a prayer of all souls. I believe in God.
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.
A saint addicted to excessive self-abnegation is a dangerous associate; he may infect you with poverty, and a stiffening of those joints which are needed for advancement-in a word, with more renunciation than you care for-and so you flee the contagion.
I would rather be the head of a fly than the tail of a lion.