Victor Hugo Quotes And Sayings

When Grace Is Joined With Wrinkles, It Is Adorable. There Is An Unspeakable Dawn In Happy Old Age.

A Noble Soul And Real Poetic Talent Are Almost Always Inseparable.

Every Diminution Of The Liberty Of The Press Is Followed By A Diminution Of Civilization. Wherever We See The Freedom Of The Press Interfered With, There We See The Nutrition Of The Human Family Interrupted.

Love, In The Eyes Of The World, Is Either A Carnal Appetite Or A Vague Fancy, Which Possession Extinguishes Or Absence Destroys. That Is Why It Is Commonly Said, With A Strange Abuse Of Words, That Passion Does Not Endure.

Verse In Itself Does Not Constitute Poetry. Verse Is Only An Elegant Vestment For A Beautiful Form. Poetry Can Express Itself In Prose, But It Does So More Perfectly Under The Grace And Majesty Of Verse. It Is Poetry Of Soul That Inspires Noble Sentiments And Noble Actions As Well As Noble Writings.

A Poet Who Is A Bad Man Is A Degraded Being, Baser And More Culpable Than A Bad Man Who Is Not A Poet.

Laughter Is The Sun That Drives Winter From The Human Face.

My Childhood Began, As Everybody's Childhood Begins, With Prejudices. Man Finds Prejudices Beside His Cradle, Puts Them From Him A Little In The Course Of His Career, And Often, Alas! Takes To Them Again In His Old Age.

There Are No Rules, No Models; Rather, There Are No Rules Other Than The General Laws Of Nature.

I Would Have Liked To Be - Indeed, I Should Have Been - A Second Rembrandt.

There Are Fathers Who Do Not Love Their Children; There Is No Grandfather Who Does Not Adore His Grandson.

Have Courage For The Great Sorrows Of Life And Patience For The Small Ones; And When You Have Laboriously Accomplished Your Daily Task, Go To Sleep In Peace.

Whenever A Man's Friends Begin To Compliment Him About Looking Young, He May Be Sure That They Think He Is Growing Old.

Be Like The Bird Who, Pausing In Her Flight Awhile On Boughs Too Slight, Feels Them Give Way Beneath Her, And Yet Sings, Knowing She Hath Wings.

An Intelligent Hell Would Be Better Than A Stupid Paradise.

As The Purse Is Emptied, The Heart Is Filled.

To Learn To Read Is To Light A Fire; Every Syllable That Is Spelled Out Is A Spark.

Adversity Makes Men, And Prosperity Makes Monsters.

All The Forces In The World Are Not So Powerful As An Idea Whose Time Has Come.

Our Acts Make Or Mar Us, We Are The Children Of Our Own Deeds.

Life Is The Flower For Which Love Is The Honey.

He, Who Every Morning Plans The Transactions Of The Day, And Follows That Plan, Carries A Thread That Will Guide Him Through A Labyrinth Of The Most Busy Life.

Thought Is The Labor Of The Intellect, Reverie Is Its Pleasure.

There Is A Sacred Horror About Everything Grand. It Is Easy To Admire Mediocrity And Hills; But Whatever Is Too Lofty, A Genius As Well As A Mountain, An Assembly As Well As A Masterpiece, Seen Too Near, Is Appalling.

A Compliment Is Something Like A Kiss Through A Veil.

My Tastes Are Aristocratic, My Actions Democratic.

The Human Soul Has Still Greater Need Of The Ideal Than Of The Real. It Is By The Real That We Exist; It Is By The Ideal That We Live.

Nations, Like Stars, Are Entitled To Eclipse. All Is Well, Provided The Light Returns And The Eclipse Does Not Become Endless Night. Dawn And Resurrection Are Synonymous. The Reappearance Of The Light Is The Same As The Survival Of The Soul.

What Would Be Ugly In A Garden Constitutes Beauty In A Mountain.

There Is One Spectacle Grander Than The Sea, That Is The Sky; There Is One Spectacle Grander Than The Sky, That Is The Interior Of The Soul.

To Love Is To Act.

When A Woman Is Talking To You, Listen To What She Says With Her Eyes.

Blessed Be Providence Which Has Given To Each His Toy: The Doll To The Child, The Child To The Woman, The Woman To The Man, The Man To The Devil!

Jesus Wept; Voltaire Smiled. From That Divine Tear And From That Human Smile Is Derived The Grace Of Present Civilization.

Intelligence Is The Wife, Imagination Is The Mistress, Memory Is The Servant.

Virtue Has A Veil, Vice A Mask.

We See Past Time In A Telescope And Present Time In A Microscope. Hence The Apparent Enormities Of The Present.

Perseverance, Secret Of All Triumphs.

The Ox Suffers, The Cart Complains.

Rhyme, That Enslaved Queen, That Supreme Charm Of Our Poetry, That Creator Of Our Meter.

A Mother's Arms Are Made Of Tenderness And Children Sleep Soundly In Them.

Pain Is As Diverse As Man. One Suffers As One Can.

When God Desires To Destroy A Thing, He Entrusts Its Destruction To The Thing Itself. Every Bad Institution Of This World Ends By Suicide.

I Am An Intelligent River Which Has Reflected Successively All The Banks Before Which It Has Flowed By Meditating Only On The Images Offered By Those Changing Shores.

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.

Without Vanity, Without Coquetry, Without Curiosity, In A Word, Without The Fall, Woman Would Not Be Woman. Much Of Her Grace Is In Her Frailty.

Nature Has Made A Pebble And A Female. The Lapidary Makes The Diamond, And The Lover Makes The Woman.

Concision In Style, Precision In Thought, Decision In Life.

The Beautiful Has But One Type, The Ugly Has A Thousand.

Hope Is The Word Which God Has Written On The Brow Of Every Man.