Victor Hugo

He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends

The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.

The first proof of charity in a priest, and especially a bishop, is poverty.

It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in possession of the false aim of life, happiness, we forget the true aim, duty!

Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.

The holy law of Jesus Christ governs our civilisation, but it does not yet permeate it.

For there are many great deeds done in the small struggles of life.

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.

These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps

To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.

True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their destinies, as that which they do.

The malicious have a dark happiness.

What is said about men often has as much influence upon their lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.

What matters deafness of the ear, when the mind hears? The one true deafness, the incurable deafness, is that of the mind.

Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city.

Love is reducing the universe to one being.

It is sad to tell, but after having tried society, which had caused his misfortune, he tried Providence which created society, and condemned it also.

Wide horizons lead the soul to broad ideas; circumscribed horizons engender narrow ideas; this sometimes condemns great hearts to become small minded.Broad ideas hated by narrow ideas,-this is the very struggle of progress.

In saying no to progress, it is not the future which they condemn, but themselves. They give themselves a melancholy disease; they inoculate themselves with the past. There is but one way of refusing tomorrow, that is to die.