Victor Hugo

Victor Hugo

Victor Marie Hugo (26 February 1802 – 22 May 1885) was a French poet, novelist, and dramatist of the Romantic movement. He is considered one of the greatest and best-known French writers. Outside France, his best-known works are the novels Les Misérables, 1862, and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame (French: Notre-Dame de Paris), 1831. 

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One sometimes says: 'He killed himself because he was bored with life.' One ought rather to say: 'He killed himself because he was bored by lack of life.'

It is by suffering that human beings become angels.

Stupidity talks vanity acts.

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

Great perils have this beauty, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers.

To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.

Never laugh at those who suffer, suffer sometimes those who laugh.

No one can keep a secret better than a child.

Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.

Reaction - a boat which is going against the current but which does not prevent the river from flowing on.

By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.

Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.

People do not lack strength, they lack will.

Fashions have done more harm than revolutions.

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.

The mountains the forest and the sea render men savage, they develop the fierce but yet do not destroy the human.

To be perfectly happy it does not suffice to possess happiness it is necessary to have deserved it.

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.

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

Be as a bird perched on a frail branch, that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.

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