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
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.
In every cradle decked with rosy wreath Lurk germs of death.
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.
Death belongs to God alone; by what right do men touch that unknown thing?
My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley.
Oh Lord! Open the doors of night for me So that I may leave this place and disappear.
Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
What says the law? You will not kill. How does it say it? By killing!
There is nothing as exciting as an idea whose time has come
What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past
An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not the invasion of ideas.
Anger may be foolish and obsurd, and one may be irritated when in the wrong; but a man never feels outraged unless in some respect he is at bottom right.