More Quotes by Victor Hugo
There are many tongues to talk, and but few heads to think.
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.
If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
In its printed form, thought is more imperishable than ever; it is volatile, irresistible, indestructible.
The wise man does not grow old, but ripens.
From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor’s craft is the type.
Never was keener anguish lavished upon a thing more charming or more delicate.
It is sometimes no less startling to meet the dog than the wolf.
