Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.
When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.
Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.
I'd rather be hissed at for a good verse, than applauded for a bad one.
Great perils have this beauty, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers.
Excitement is not enjoyment: in calmness lies true pleasure. The most precious wines are sipped, not bolted at a swallow.
Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.
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.
One sees qualities at a distance and defects at close range. Victor Hug
Men become accustomed to poison by degrees.
His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.
Idleness, pleasure, what abysses! To do nothing is a dreary course to take, be sure of it. To live idle upon the substance of society! To be useless, that is to say, noxious! This leads straight to the lowest depth of misery.
These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps
What is the cat?" he exclaimed. "It is a corrective. God, having made the mouse, said, 'I've made a blunder.' And he made the cat. The cat is the erratum of the mouse. The mouse, plus the cat, Is the revised and corrected proof of creation.
One only needs to see a smile in a white crape bonnet in order to enter the palace of dreams.
He left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger rather than cause her pain. He had kept all the pain for himself.
There are no trifles in the human story, no trifling leaves on the tree.
She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.
When people look back at their childhood or youth, their wistfulness comes from the memory, not of what their lives had been in those years, but of what life had then promised to be. The expectation of some indefinable splendor, of the unusual, the exciting, the great is an attribute of youth and th
To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. "Why was I not made of stone like thee?
Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.
He is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue.
Earnestness is the salt of eloquence.
Stupidity talks, vanity acts. Victor Hug
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.
Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.
We are in the hands of those gods, those monsters, those giants: our thoughts.
What is fright by night is curiosity by day.
Often the losing of a battle leads to the winning of progress. Less glory but greater liberty: the drum is silent and the voices of reason can be heard.
The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.