The most beautiful of altars, he said, is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thankfing God.
Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet.
When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.
His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not one's own.
where the telescope ends the microscope begins, and who can say which has the wider vision?
Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come. Victor Hug
Love is the salutation of the angel to the stars
I see black light (his last words)
The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them. Victor Hug
The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous, yet simple.
Go to sleep in peace. God is awake.
Art moves. Hence its civilizing power.
The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal.
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.
Cheerfulness is like money well expended in charity; the more we dispense of it, the greater our possession.
There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.
Religion, Society, and Nature--these are the three struggles of man.
These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps
In the domain of art there is no light without heat.
God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.
Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?
The malicious have a dark happiness.
The man who does not know other languages, unless he is a man of genius, necessarily has deficiencies in his ideas.
I exist," murmurs someone whose name is Everyone. "I'm young and in love; I am old and I want rest; I work, I prosper, I do good business, I have houses to rent, money in State Securities; I am happy, I have wife and children; I like all these things and I want to go on living, so leave me alone."..
Everything being a constant carnival, there is no carnival left.
He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.
In the Twentieth Century war will be dead, the scaffold will be dead, hatred will be dead, frontier boundaries will be dead, dogmas will be dead; man will live. He will possess something higher than all these-a great country, the whole earth, and a great hope, the whole heaven.
To be a saint is the exception; to be a just person is the rule. Err, stumble, commit sin, but be one of the just.
Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal. Victor Hug
I put a Phrygian cap on the old dictionary. Victor Hug