Victor Hugo
Victor Hugo
Victor Marie Hugo; 26 February 1802 – 22 May 1885) was a French poet, novelist, and dramatist of the Romantic movement. He is considered one of the greatest and best-known French writers. In France, Hugo's literary fame comes first from his poetry and then from his novels and his dramatic achievements. Among many volumes of poetry, Les Contemplations and La Légende des siècles stand particularly high in critical esteem. Outside France, his best-known works are the novels Les Misérables, 1862,...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth26 February 1802
CityBesancon, France
CountryFrance
An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not the invasion of ideas.
A language does not become fixed. The human intellect is always on the march, or, if you prefer, in movement, and languages with it.
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent
Progress is the life-style of man. The general life of the human race is called Progress, and so is its collective march. Progress advances, it makes the great human and earthly journey towards what is heavenly and divine; it has its pauses, when it rallies the stragglers, its stopping places when it meditates, contemplating some new and splendid promised land that has suddenly appeared on its horizon. It has its nights of slumber; and it is one of the poignant anxieties of the thinker to see the human spirit lost in shadow, and to grope in the darkness without being able to awake sleeping progress.
There is nothing as exciting as an idea whose time has come
What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past
An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.
Love that is not jealous is neither true nor pure.
Evil. Mistrust those who rejoice at it even more than those who do it.
Nothing else in the world... not all the armies... is so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
A noble soul and real poetic talent are almost always inseparable.
A poet who is a bad man is a degraded being, baser and more culpable than a bad man who is not a poet.
I would have liked to be - indeed, I should have been - a second Rembrandt.
There are no rules, no models; rather, there are no rules other than the general laws of Nature.