Victor Hugo Quotes

Where no plan is laid where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident chaos will soon reign.

As the purse is emptied the heart is filled.

Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man.

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.

Inspiration and genius - one and the same.

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human race.

What a grand thing to be loved! What a grander thing still to lovel

Life is a flower of which love is the honey.

He who every morning plans the transactions of the day and follows that plan carries thread that will guide him through the labyrinth of the most busy life.

Nature like a kind and smiling mother lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.

There are many lovely women but no perfect ones.

Progress - the stride of God!

Sorrow is a fruit God does not allow it to grow on a branch that is too weak to bear it.

Everything bows to success even grammar.

My tastes are aristocratic my actions democratic.

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labour and there is an invisible labour.

Thought is the labour of the intellect reverie is its pleasure.

The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves or rather loved in spite of ourselves.

It is God who makes woman beautiful it is the devil who makes her pretty.

If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness. (Monseigneur Bienvenu in _Les Miserables_)

He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo.Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic.Nothing is more sublime.

If you ask the great city, ‘Who is this person?, ’ she will answer, ‘He is my child.

To breath the air of Paris preserves the soul.

Many people in Paris are quite content to look on at others, and there are plenty who regard a wall behind which something is happening as a very curious thing.

To err his human, to stroll is Parisian.

Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled

In a little town, there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think.

[He] had to submit to the fate of every newcomer in a small town, where many tongues talk but few heads think.

To love is to act.

People do not lack strength they lack will.

Forty is the old age of youth fifty the youth of old age.

What is history? An echo of the past in the future a reflex from the future on the past.

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.

Jesus wept Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization.