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
There are people who observe the rules of honor as we observe the stars: from a distance
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields which have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes
Have no fear of robbers or murderers. They are external dangers, petty dangers. We should fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices the real murders. The great dangers are within us. Why worry about what threatens our heads or purses? Let us think instead of what threatens our souls.
Music expresses that which can not be said and on which it is impossible to be silent
A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is visible labor and there is invisible labor.
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.
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.
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.
We are reassured almost as foolishly as we are alarmed; human nature is so constituted.
When grace combines with wrinkles, it is admirable. There is an indescribable light of dawn about intensely happy old age. . . . The young person is handsome, but the old, superb.