Quotes By Victor Hugo

The ox suffers, the cart complains.

Men become accustomed to poison by degrees.

Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds.

The three great problems of this century; the degradation of man in the proletariat, the subjection of women through hunger, the atrophy of the child by darkness.

Architecture has recorded the great ideas of the human race. Not only every religious symbol, but every human thought has its page in that vast book.

Many great actions are committed in small struggles.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.

An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.

The omnipotence of evil has never resulted in anything but fruitless efforts. Our thoughts always escape from whoever tries to smother them.

The learned man knows that he is ignorant.

When a man is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind.

Freedom in art, freedom in society, this is the double goal towards which all consistent and logical minds must strive.

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

It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of kings? Yes.

Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest.

To love is to act.

The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.

One can resist the invasion of an army but one cannot resist the invasion of ideas.

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

A library implies an act of faith.

Taste is the common sense of genius.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.

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

The flesh is the surface of the unknown.

Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?

The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.

It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.