Victor Hugo

Victor
Hugo
1802
1885

French Author, Poet, Novelist and Dramatist, one of the best-known French Romantic Writers

Author Quotes

Will intoxicates. One can become intoxicated with one's own soul. This intoxication is called heroism.

You have created a new thrill.

To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. Why was I not made of stone like thee?

To love another person is to see the face of God

To think of shadows is a serious thing.

We are in the hands of those gods, those monsters, those giants: our thoughts.

What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!

What men order, things disorder.

Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.

You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea. It is the cloud which thunders around everything that shines. Fame must have enemies, as light must have gnats. Do no bother yourself about it; disdain. Keep your mind serene as you keep your life clear.

To assume a right to the obedience of certain beings is to give others a right to command you. Tears unshed are far more bitter than those that flow.

To love beauty is to see light.

To those who reject the superhuman incarnate what does the Crucifix represent? — the murder of wisdom.

We are on the side of religion as opposed to religions, and we are among those who believe in the wretched inadequacy of sermons and the sublimity of prayer.

What a pity! said Combeferre. What a hideous thing these bloodbaths are! I'm sure, when there are no more kings, there will be no more war. Enjolras, you're aiming at that sergeant, you're not looking at him. Just think that he's a charming young man; he's intrepid; you can see that he's a thinker; these young artillerymen are well educated; he has a father, a mother, a family; he's in love, probably; he's 25 at most; he might be your brother. He is, said Enjolras. Yes, said Combeferre, and mine, too. Well, don't let's kill him. Leave me alone. We must do what we must. And a tear rolled slowly down Enjolras's marble cheek.

What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.

Whenever we encounter the Infinite in man, however imperfectly understood, we treat it with respect. Whether in the synagogue, the mosque, the pagoda, or the wigwam, there is a hideous aspect which we execrate and a sublime aspect which we venerate . So great a subject for spiritual contemplation, such measureless dreaming -- the echo of God on the human wall!

Wisdom in the beginning, reason by and by: such is the strange history of the human mind.

You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is in this way that mortals become angels. It is not their fault; they do not know how to set about it otherwise. This hell from which you have come out is the first step towards Heaven. We must begin by that.

To be a saint is the exception to be upright is the rule. Err, falter, sin, but be upright. To commit the least possible sin is the law for man. Sin is a gravitation.

To love is to act. [Last words of his diary, written two weeks before his death]

To touch with the thought is almost the same as to touch with the hand.

We are the children of our own deeds.

What are the convulsions of a city compared to the émeutes of the soul?

Author Picture
First Name
Victor
Last Name
Hugo
Birth Date
1802
Death Date
1885
Bio

French Author, Poet, Novelist and Dramatist, one of the best-known French Romantic Writers