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
Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering.
The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.
The flesh is the surface of the unknown.
Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence.
One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.
My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic.
It is most pleasant to commit a just action which is disagreeable to someone whom one does not like.
I put a Phrygian cap on the old dictionary.
Genius is a promontory jutting out into the infinite.
Everything being a constant carnival, there is no carnival left.
To contemplate is to look at shadows.
Every bird that flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw.
There is a sacred horror about everything grand. It is easy to admire mediocrity and hills; but whatever is too lofty, a genius as well as a mountain, an assembly as well as a masterpiece, seen too near, is appalling.
I am an intelligent river which has reflected successively all the banks before which it has flowed by meditating only on the images offered by those changing shores.