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
When grace combines with wrinkles, it is admirable. There is an indescribable light of dawn about intensely happy old age. . . . The young person is handsome, but the old, superb.
The tomb is not a blind alley: it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight. It opens on the dawn.
The rich's paradise was created by the poor's hell.
In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul.
During a wise man's whole life, his destiny holds his philosophy in a state of siege.
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.
Dying is nothing. What's terrible is not to live.
I believe, sir, in all the progress. Air navigation is the result of the oceanic navigation: from water the human has to pass in the air. Everywhere where creation will be breathable to him, the human will penetrate into the creation. Our only limit is life.
Don't educate your children to be rich. Educate them to be happy, so they know the value of things, not the price.
Let us say it now: to be blind and to be loved, is indeed, upon this earth where nothing is complete, one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness.
The most excellent symbol of the people is the paving stone. One walks on it until it falls on one's head.
For dogs we kings should have lions, and for cats, tigers. The great benefits a crown.
Oh Lord! Open the doors of night for me So that I may leave this place and disappear.
People generally will soon understand that writers should be judged, not according to rules and species, which are contrary to nature and art, but according to the immutable principles of the art of composition, and the special laws of their individual temperaments.