More Quotes by Victor Hugo
There are many tongues to talk, and but few heads to think.
The social edifice of the past rests on three columns,—the priest, the king, and the hangman.
Our mind is enriched by what we receive, our heart by what we give.
He was fond of the tavern, and felt comfortable only among coarse language, military gallantries, easy beauties, and easy conquests.
If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!
Not being heard is no reason for silence.
Never was keener anguish lavished upon a thing more charming or more delicate.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
No army can withstand the strength of an idea whose time has come.
