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
Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.
Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.
Reason is intelligence taking exercise. Imagination is intelligence with an erection.
Those who live are those who fight.
To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.
A bird sings, a child prattles, but it is the same hymn; hymn indistinct, inarticulate, but full of profound meaning.
To know, to think, to dream. That is everything.
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.
He does not weep who does not see.
The learned man knows that he is ignorant.
The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.
Do not let it be your aim to be something, but to be someone.