When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right. Victor
Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal. Victor
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic. Victor Hug
Morality is truth in full bloom.
Revolutions spring not from accident, but from necessity. A revolution is a return from the factitious to the real. It takes place because it must.
Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it.
When we are at the end of life, to die means to go away; when we are at the beginning, to go away means to die.
Nothing else in the world... not all the armies... is so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
Great perils have this beauty, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers. Victor Hug
I write with one hand, but I fight with both.
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of child
Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.
A one-eyed man is much more incomplete than a blind man, for he knows what it is that's lacking.
Oh! Everything I loved!
In the French language, there is a great gulf between prose and poetry; in English, there is hardly any difference. It is a splendid privilege of the great literary languages Greek, Latin, and French that they possess a prose. English has not this privilege. There is no prose in English.
An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise. Victor Hug
Life is a flower of which love is honey.
Spira, spera. (breathe, hope)
Inspiration and genius -one and the same.
Change your opinions, keep to your principles; change your leaves, keep intact your roots. Victor Hug
The need of the immaterial is the most deeply rooted of all needs. One must have bread; but before bread, one must have the ideal.
When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so far as they are concerned; they are no longer anything more than the two boundaries of the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the same spirit. Love, soar.
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.
The future has many names: For the weak, it means the unattainable. For the fearful, it means the unknown. For the courageous, it means opportunity.
The wise man does not grow old, but ripens.
The eye of a man should be still more reverent before the rising of a young maiden than before the rising of a star. The possibility of touch should increase respect. The down of the peach, the dust of the plum, the radiated crystal of snow, the butterflyâ€™s wing powdered with feathers, are gross t
Love that is not jealous is neither true nor pure.
Every bird which flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw. Germination includes the hatching of a meteor and the tap of a swallow's bill breaking the egg, and it leads forward the birth of an earth-worm and the advent of Socrates.