Death is the entrance into the great light.

Victor Hugo

Victor Hugo

Profession: Author
Nationality: French


Death is the entrance into the great light. Victor Hugo

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So a voice in the mountain is enough to let loose an avalanche. A word too much may be followed by a caving in. If the word had not been spoken, it would not have happened.

Words being but a breath, the stir of awakened minds is like the rustling of leaves.

Among all these passionate hearts and all these undoubting minds there was one skeptic. How did he happen to be there? From juxtaposition. The name of this skeptic was Grantaire, and he usually signed with this rebus: R. Grantaire was a man who took good care not to believe in anything.

Reaction - a boat which is going against the current but which does not prevent the river from flowing on.

Idleness, pleasure, what abysses! To do nothing is a dreary course to take, be sure of it. To live idle upon the substance of society! To be useless, that is to say, noxious! This leads straight to the lowest depth of misery.

All I wanted was to be put to death without torment. It was perhaps a weakness, but I believe that the mind of man ever revolts at such a death.

Nothing is so logical and nothing appears so absurd as the ocean.

Succeed; that is the advice that falls, drop by drop, from the overhanging fruit of corruption.

To wipe out abuse is not enough; you have to change people's whole outlook. The mill is no longer standing, but the wind's still there, blowing away.

Monastic communities are to the great social community what the mistletoe is to the oak, what the wart is to the human body.

The moment comes when protest is not enough; reason must give way to action, and force ensure what thought has conceived.

Anger may be foolish and absurd, and one may be wrongly irritated, but a man never feels outraged unless in some respect he is fundamentally right.

The poor man shuddered inside, flooded with an angelic bliss; he told himself in a burst of joy that this would last all his life; he.

By degrees, however, they began to hope again. Such are our insubmergable mirages of the soul! There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.