More Quotes by Victor Hugo
Thus, in speaking of Bonaparte, one was free to sob or to puff up with laughter, provided that hatred lay at the bottom.
If you don't build castles in the air you won't build anything on the ground.
The peculiar property of truth is never to commit excesses. What need has it of exaggeration?
Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.
He caught glimpses of everything, but he saw nothing.
He was fond of the tavern, and felt comfortable only among coarse language, military gallantries, easy beauties, and easy conquests.
He who is not master of his own thoughts is not accountable for his own deeds.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Perseverance, secret of all triumphs.
Not being heard is no reason for silence.
