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. In France, Hugo's literary fame comes first from his poetry and then from his novels and his dramatic achievements. Among many volumes of poetry, Les Contemplations and La Légende des siècles stand particularly high in critical esteem. Outside France, his best-known works are the novels Les Misérables, 1862,...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth26 February 1802
CityBesancon, France
CountryFrance
Victor Hugo quotes about
Progress is the life-style of man. The general life of the human race is called Progress, and so is its collective march. Progress advances, it makes the great human and earthly journey towards what is heavenly and divine; it has its pauses, when it rallies the stragglers, its stopping places when it meditates, contemplating some new and splendid promised land that has suddenly appeared on its horizon. It has its nights of slumber; and it is one of the poignant anxieties of the thinker to see the human spirit lost in shadow, and to grope in the darkness without being able to awake sleeping progress.
Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.
Death has its revelations: the great sorrows which open the heart open the mind as well; light comes to us with our grief. As for me, I have faith; I believe in a future life. How could I do otherwise? My daughter was a soul; I saw this soul. I touched it, so to speak.
What Shakespeare was able to do in English he would certainly not have done in French.
There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves.
Thought is more than a right - it is the very breath of man. Whoever fetters thought attacks man himself. To speak, to write, to publish, are things, so far as the right is concerned, absolutely identical. They are the ever-enlarging circles of intelligence in action; they are the sonorous waves of thought.
My friends, remember this, that there are no weeds, and no worthless men, there are only bad farmers.
Music expresses that which can not be said and on which it is impossible to be silent
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent
There are people who observe the rules of honor as we observe the stars: from a distance
There is in every village a torch - the teacher; and an extinguisher- the clergyman
The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.
To reform a man, you must begin with his grandmother