Blessed be Providence which has given to each his toy: the doll to the child, the child to the woman, the woman to the man, the man to the devil! Victor Hugo blesschilddevil Change image and share on social
Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds. Victor Hugo actchilddeed Change image and share on social
My childhood began, as everybody's childhood begins, with prejudices. Man finds prejudices beside his cradle, puts them from him a little in the course of his career, and often, alas! takes to them again in his old age. Victor Hugo agealabegin share on social
Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers? Victor Hugo brothercivilfight Change image and share on social
Strong and bitter words indicate a weak cause. Victor Hugo bitterstrongweak Change image and share on social
Death has its revelations: the great sorrows which open the heart open the mind as well; light comes to us with our grief. As for me, I have faith; I believe in a future life. How could I do otherwise? My daughter was a soul; I saw this soul. I touched it, so to speak. Victor Hugo daughterdeathfaith share on social
Verse in itself does not constitute poetry. Verse is only an elegant vestment for a beautiful form. Poetry can express itself in prose, but it does so more perfectly under the grace and majesty of verse. It is poetry of soul that inspires noble sentiments and noble actions as well as noble writings. Victor Hugo actionbeautifulconstitute share on social