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More Quotes by Victor Hugo
The peculiar property of truth is never to commit excesses. What need has it of exaggeration?
Not being heard is no reason for silence.
In its printed form, thought is more imperishable than ever; it is volatile, irresistible, indestructible.
Thus, in speaking of Bonaparte, one was free to sob or to puff up with laughter, provided that hatred lay at the bottom.
I think, therefore I doubt.
Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.
Every man is a book in which God himself writes.
He caught glimpses of everything, but he saw nothing.
Our mind is enriched by what we receive, our heart by what we give.