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
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A stout heart may be ruined in fortune but not in spirit.
A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!
It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.
Foppery is the egotism of clothes.
It may be remarked in passing that success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblences to merit.
Was it possible that Napoleon should win the battle of Waterloo? We answer, No! Why? Because of Wellington? Because of Blucher? No! Because of God! For Bonaparte to conquer at Waterloo was not the law of the nineteenth century. It was time that this vast man should fall. He had been impeached before the Infinite! He had vexed God! Waterloo was not a battle. It was the change of front of the universe!
To rise at six, to dine at ten, To sup at six, to sleep at ten, Makes a man live for ten times ten.
Is it not a thing divine to have a smile which, none know how, has the power to lighten the weight of that enormous chain which all the living in common drag behind them?
Without at all invalidating what we have just said, we believe that a perpetual remembrance of the tomb is proper for the living. On this point, the priest and the philosopher agree: We must die.
The English took the eagle and Austrians the eaglet. [Fr., L'Angleterre prit l'aigle, et l'Autriche l'aiglon.]
Wisdom and eloquence are not always united.
The most terrible of motives and the most unanswerable of responses: Because.
Wisdom is the health of the soul.