Slaves would be tyrants were the chance theirs.
All who suffer are full of hatred; all who live drag a remorse: the dead alone have broken their chains.
Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.
Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence.
Die, very good, but do not make others die. Suicides like the one which is about to take place here are sublime, but suicide is restricted, and does not allow of extension; and so soon as it affects your neighbors, suicide becomes murder.
Indigestion is charged by God with enforcing morality on the stomach.
Genius: the superhuman in man. Victor
Such is the remorseless progression of human society, shedding lives and souls as it goes on its way. It is an ocean into which men sink who have been cast out by the law and consigned, with help most cruelly withheld, to moral death. The sea is the pitiless social darkness into which the penal syst
An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise. Victor Hug
Human intelligence discovered a way of perpetuating itself, one not only more durable and more resistant than architecture, but also simpler and easier. Architecture was dethroned. The stone letters of Orpheus gave way to the lead letters of Gutenburg. The book will kill the edifice.
Animals run no risk of going to hell. They are already there.
It is often necessary to know how to obey a woman in order sometimes to have the right to command her.
A joyous little creature, so beautiful, It was as if a gate of Heaven opened as she came in...
Inspiration and genius -one and the same.
To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.
There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom.
Those who live are those who fight.
Nothing is really small; whoever is open to the deep penetration of nature knows this.
The Parisian is to the French what the Athenian was to the Greeks: no one sleeps better than he, no one is more openly frivolous and idle, no one appears more heedless. But this is misleading. He is given to every kind of listlessness, but when there is glory to be won he may be inspired with every
Is it not a thing divine to have a smile which, none know how, has the power to lighten the weight of that enormous chain which all the living in common drag behind them?
Revolution is the larva of civilization.
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.
Those who pray always are necessary to those who never pray. In our view, the whole question is in the amount of thought that is mingled with prayer.
A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?
It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.
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 are things stronger than the strongest man...
My coat and I live comfortably togther. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has moulded itself on my deformities, and is complacent to all my movements, and I only feel its presence because it keeps me warm. Old coats and old friends are the same thing.
When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.
Every bird that flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw.