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
Waterloo is a battle of the first rank won by a captain of the second
For, to make deserts, God, who rules mankind, Begins with kings, and ends the work by wind.
There is a secret drawer in every woman's heart.
For sight is woman-like and shuns the old.
Men are still men. The despot's wickedness Comes of ill teaching, and of power's excess,-- Comes of the purple he from childhood wears, Slaves would be tyrants if the chance were theirs.
It is God who makes woman beautiful, it is the devil who makes her pretty.
Mirrors, those revealers of the truth, are hated; that does not prevent them from being of use.
In my old age there is a coming into flower. My body wanes; my mind waxes.
Man lives more by affirmation than by bread.
There are many lovely women, but no perfect ones.
The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous, yet simple.
When people look back at their childhood or youth, their wistfulness comes from the memory, not of what their lives had been in those years, but of what life had then promised to be. The expectation of some indefinable splendor, of the unusual, the exciting, the great is an attribute of youth and the process of aging is the process of that expectations' gradual extinction. One does not have to let it happen. But that fire dies for lack of fuel, under the gray weight of disappointments.
God secludes Himself; but the thinker listens at the door.
A thousand men enslaved fear one beast free.