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
Progress is the life-style of man. The general life of the human race is called Progress, and so is its collective march. Progress advances, it makes the great human and earthly journey towards what is heavenly and divine; it has its pauses, when it rallies the stragglers, its stopping places when it meditates, contemplating some new and splendid promised land that has suddenly appeared on its horizon. It has its nights of slumber; and it is one of the poignant anxieties of the thinker to see the human spirit lost in shadow, and to grope in the darkness without being able to awake sleeping progress.
Every diminution of the liberty of the press is followed by a diminution of civilization. Wherever we see the freedom of the press interfered with, there we see the nutrition of the human family interrupted.
We are reassured almost as foolishly as we are alarmed; human nature is so constituted.
Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you in his image, I reply that he must have been very ugly.
That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity.
To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.
To divinise is human, to humanise is divine.
Houses are like the human beings that inhabit them.
Religion, Society, and Nature--these are the three struggles of man.
There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.
A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.
I advance in life, I grow more simple, and I become more and more patriotic for humanity.
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.