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.
Victor HugoRead
Genuflection before the idol or the dollar destroys the muscles which walk and the will that moves.
Interpretation
This quote warns against the dangers of excessive reverence for money or materialism, suggesting it weakens one's resolve and capability.
Victor Hugo's quote emphasizes the idea that bowing down to the idol of wealth or material possessions can hinder personal strength and ambition. It suggests that when one prioritizes money above all else, they neglect their own capabilities and intrinsic motivations, ultimately leading to a loss of power to act and make meaningful choices in life.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of personal values over wealth.
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.
When two mouths, made sacred by love, draw near to each other to create, it is impossible, that above that ineffable kiss there should not be a thrill in the immense mystery of the stars.
At that moment of love, a moment when passion is absolutely silent under omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, pure seraphic Marius, would have been more capable of visiting a woman of the streets than of raising Cosette’s dress above the ankle. Once on a moonlit night, Cosette stopped to pick up something from the ground, her dress loosened and revealed the swelling of her breasts. Marius averted his eyes.
Thought is the work of the intellect, reverie is its self-indulgence. To substitute day-dreaming for thought is to confuse a poison with a source of nourishment.
Taste is the common sense of genius.
Forget not, never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man.... Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!
I am hopeful, though not full of hope, and the only reason I don't believe in happy endings is because I don't believe in endings.
While I fear that we're drawn to what abandons us, and to what seems most likely to abandon us, in the end I believe we're defined by what embraces us.
At times the mirror increases a thing’s value, at times denies it.
A man who has work that suits him and a wife, whom he loves, has squared his accounts with life.
Time is the River on which the leaves of our thoughts are carried into oblivion.
We of the sinking middle class may sink without further struggles into the working class where we belong, and probably when we get there it will not be so dreadful as we feared, for, after all, we have nothing to lose.
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