Though we chisel away as best we can at the mysterious block from which our life is made, the black vein of destiny continually reappears.

Victor Hugo

Victor Hugo

Profession: Author
Nationality: French

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Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.

An increase of tenderness always ended by boiling over and turning to indignation. He was at the point where we seek to adopt a course, and to accept what tears us apart.

Not seeing people allows you to think of them as perfect in all kinds of ways.

Does not this comprehend all, in fact? and what is there left to desire beyond it? A little garden in which to walk, and immensity in which to dream. At one's feet that which can be cultivated and plucked; over head that which one can study and meditate upon: some flowers on earth, and all the stars in the sky.

The reader has, no doubt, already divined that M. Madeleine is no other than Jean Valjean.

There was once a fairy who created the fields and forests expressly for those in love,—in that eternal hedge-school of lovers, which is forever beginning anew, and which will last as long as there are hedges and scholars. Hence the popularity of spring among thinkers.

Faith is necessary to men; woe to him who believes in nothing!

England has two books, the Bible and Shakespeare. England made Shakespeare,but the Bible made England.

Fever supports the sick man, and love the lover.

An army is a strange contrivance in which power is the sum of a vast total of impotence.

A certain amount of tempest is always mingled with a battle. Quid obscurum, quid divinum. Each historian traces, to some extent, the particular feature which pleases him amid this pell-mell.

When Cosette went out with him, she leaned on his arm, proud, happy, her heart full to overflowing. Jean.

Laughter is like sunshine; it chases winter away from the human face. Cosette.

Reality in strong doses frightens.