Progress is not accomplished in one stage.

Victor Hugo

Victor Hugo

Profession: Author
Nationality: French


Progress is not accomplished in one stage. Victor Hugo

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Be happy without picking flaws.

He was at that period of life when the mind of men who think is composed, in nearly equal parts, of depth and ingenuousness. A grave situation being given, he had all that is required to be stupid: one more turn of the key, and he might be sublime.

Clearly, he had his own strange way of judging things. I suspect he acquired it from the Gospels.

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.

Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

Nature has made a pebble and a female. The lapidary makes the diamond, and the lover makes the woman.

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.

A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.

Every skull-cap may dream of the tiara. The priest is nowadays the only man who can become a king in a regular manner; and what a king! the supreme king.

To be perfectly happy it does not suffice to possess happiness, it is necessary to have deserved it.

All the nuns in the world are not worth as much as one mother in the formation of a young girl's soul.

Probity, sincerity, candor, conviction, the sense of duty, are things which may become hideous when wrongly directed; but which, even when hideous, remain grand: their majesty, the majesty peculiar to the human conscience, clings to them in the midst of horror; they are virtues which have one vice,—error.

To lie a little is not possible: he who lies, lies the whole lie.

The claw, that's the beast that enters your flesh; the sucker, that's you yourself who enters into the beast. (...) Beyond the terror of being eaten alive is the ineffability of being drunk alive.