Victor Hugo ( 10 of 71 )
Men are still men. The despot's wickedness
Comes of ill teaching, and of power's excess,--
Comes of read more
Men are still men. The despot's wickedness
Comes of ill teaching, and of power's excess,--
Comes of the purple he from childhood wears,
Slaves would be tyrants if the chance were theirs.
To reform a man, you must begin with his grandmother.
To reform a man, you must begin with his grandmother.
You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is read more
You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is in this way that mortals become angels. It is not their fault; they do not know how to set about it otherwise. This hell from which you have come out is the first step towards Heaven. We must begin by that. -- Jean Valjean --
The clouds,--the only birds that never sleep.
The clouds,--the only birds that never sleep.
As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.
As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.
King of the peak and glacier,
King of the cold, white scalps,
He lifts his head at read more
King of the peak and glacier,
King of the cold, white scalps,
He lifts his head at that close tread,
The eagle of the Alps.
There is no such thing as a little country. The greatness of a people is no more determined by their read more
There is no such thing as a little country. The greatness of a people is no more determined by their number than the greatness of a man is determined by his height.
A library implies an act of faith
A library implies an act of faith
My friends, remember this, that there are no weeds, and no worthless men, there are only bad farmers.
My friends, remember this, that there are no weeds, and no worthless men, there are only bad farmers.
Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
The read more
Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
The angel for the woman in a kiss,
At once I wis,
My soul will wake!
