It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise. Victor Hug
When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.
I put a Phrygian cap on the old dictionary. Victor Hug
Go to sleep in peace. God is awake.
Everything being a constant carnival, there is no carnival left. Victor Hug
At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted on her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of the executioner.
He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was perform
No one knows like a woman how to say things which are at once gentle and deep.
An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise. Victor
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
Now, one cannot read nonsense with impunity.
Civilization survives on the constant discovery of amity and an equal supply of damnation.
Do not economize on the hymeneal rites; do not prune them of their splendor, nor split farthings on the day when you are radiant. A wedding is not house-keeping.
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it. Victor Hug
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure. Victor
Fashions have done more harm than revolutions. Victor
A day will come when a cannon will be exhibited in museums, just as instruments of torture are now, and the people will be astonished that such a thing could have been.
Excitement is not enjoyment: in calmness lies true pleasure. The most precious wines are sipped, not bolted at a swallow.
Inspiration and genius -one and the same.
Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you in his image, I reply that he must have been very ugly.
The flesh is the surface of the unknown.
Memory is a gulf that a word can move to its lowest depths.
The cruel of heart have their own black happiness.
Civil war.... What did the words mean? Was there any such thing as "foreign war"? Was not all warfare between men warfare between brothers?
Everything bows to success, even grammar.
Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad.
The onward march of the human race requires that the heights around it constantly blaze with noble lessons of courage. Deeds of daring dazzle history and form one of man's guiding lights.
Ma vie est une Ã©nigme dont ton nom est le mot. (My life is an enigma, of which your name is the word.)
Wisdom and eloquence are not always united.