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More Quotes by Victor Hugo
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
From year to year this soul had progressively withered, slowly but inevitably. A dry eye goes with a dead soul. When he left prison, he had not shed a tear for nineteen years.
It is the lineaments of the years which form the countenance of the century.
Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves.
To them the idea of man is inseparable from the idea of shade. The night is called sorgue; man, orgue. Man is a derivative of night.
If you don't build castles in the air you won't build anything on the ground.
Not being heard is no reason for silence.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
In its printed form, thought is more imperishable than ever; it is volatile, irresistible, indestructible.
The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal.
