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
God made the water but men made the wine.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that while nature provides the raw materials, it is human creativity that transforms them into something greater.
Victor Hugo's quote encapsulates the idea that while the natural world offers us resources, it is the ingenuity and effort of humanity that crafts these resources into refined and valuable creations. It highlights the transformative power of human creativity and the role of craftsmanship in elevating simple elements into sophisticated products, reflecting a broader philosophical perspective on nature versus nurture in the creation of culture and art.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about innovation and creativity in business.
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 Cosetteβs 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!
The longest-lived and the shortest-lived man, when they come to die, lose one and the same thing.
A soul that is reluctant to share does not as a rule have much of its own. Miserliness is here a symptom of meagerness.
It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never know about them simply because this "once in a thousand years" has come today.
The only power deserving the name is that of masses, and of governments while they make themselves the organ of the tendencies and instincts of masses.
The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground
The American 'unum' has been lost since the Sixties. If this continues, there will soon be no unifying American identity and vision to balance the 'pluribus,' and the days of the Republic will be numbered.
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