Victor Hugo

“Then she looked at Marius, put on a strange expression and said to him, “Do you know, Monsieur Marius, you’re a very pretty boy?”

“Now for my pains, promise me-“And she hesitated.“What?” asked Marius.“Promise me!”“I promise you.”“Promise to kiss me on the forehead when I’m dead. I’ll feel it.”She let her head fall back on Marius’s knees and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had gone. Eponine lay motionless, but just when Marius supposed her forever asleep, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing the somber depths of death, and said to him in an accent whose sweetness already seemed to come from another world, “And then, do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you.”She tried to smile again and died.”

“God raises from the dead he who man slays, he whom his brothers have rejected, finds his father once more. Pray, believe, enter into life the father is there.”

“Thou art free!”

“Tu viens d'incendier la Bibliothèque ? - Oui.J'ai mis le feu là.- Mais c'est un crime inouï !Crime commis par toi contre toi-même, infâme !Mais tu viens de tuer le rayon de ton âme !C'est ton propre flambeau que tu viens de souffler !Ce que ta rage impie et folle ose brûler,C'est ton bien, ton trésor, ta dot, ton héritageLe livre, hostile au maître, est à ton avantage.Le livre a toujours pris fait et cause pour toi.Une bibliothèque est un acte de foiDes générations ténébreuses encoreQui rendent dans la nuit témoignage à l'aurore.Quoi! dans ce vénérable amas des vérités,Dans ces chefs-d'oeuvre pleins de foudre et de clartés,Dans ce tombeau des temps devenu répertoire,Dans les siècles, dans l'homme antique, dans l'histoire,Dans le passé, leçon qu'épelle l'avenir,Dans ce qui commença pour ne jamais finir,Dans les poètes! quoi, dans ce gouffre des bibles,Dans le divin monceau des Eschyles terribles,Des Homères, des jobs, debout sur l'horizon,Dans Molière, Voltaire et Kant, dans la raison,Tu jettes, misérable, une torche enflammée !De tout l'esprit humain tu fais de la fumée !As-tu donc oublié que ton libérateur,C'est le livre ? Le livre est là sur la hauteur;Il luit; parce qu'il brille et qu'il les illumine,Il détruit l'échafaud, la guerre, la famineIl parle, plus d'esclave et plus de paria.Ouvre un livre. Platon, Milton, Beccaria.Lis ces prophètes, Dante, ou Shakespeare, ou CorneilleL'âme immense qu'ils ont en eux, en toi s'éveille ;Ébloui, tu te sens le même homme qu'eux tous ;Tu deviens en lisant grave, pensif et doux ;Tu sens dans ton esprit tous ces grands hommes croître,Ils t'enseignent ainsi que l'aube éclaire un cloîtreÀ mesure qu'il plonge en ton coeur plus avant,Leur chaud rayon t'apaise et te fait plus vivant ;Ton âme interrogée est prête à leur répondre ;Tu te reconnais bon, puis meilleur; tu sens fondre,Comme la neige au feu, ton orgueil, tes fureurs,Le mal, les préjugés, les rois, les empereurs !Car la science en l'homme arrive la première.Puis vient la liberté. Toute cette lumière,C'est à toi comprends donc, et c'est toi qui l'éteins !Les buts rêvés par toi sont par le livre atteints.Le livre en ta pensée entre, il défait en elleLes liens que l'erreur à la vérité mêle,Car toute conscience est un noeud gordien.Il est ton médecin, ton guide, ton gardien.Ta haine, il la guérit ; ta démence, il te l'ôte.Voilà ce que tu perds, hélas, et par ta faute !Le livre est ta richesse à toi ! c'est le savoir,Le droit, la vérité, la vertu, le devoir,Le progrès, la raison dissipant tout délire.Et tu détruis cela, toi ! - Je ne sais pas lire.”

“Brothers, he who dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.”

“Strong and bitter wordes indicate a weak cause.”

“Live and Let live"" To love someone is to see the face of God”

“At the end of life death is a departure; but at life's beginning a departure is death.”

“It is like a skull, which still has holes for eyes, but no longer sight.”

“The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends, and guarded him.”

“Good! And what if you should happen to cough or to sneeze?" "A man who is making his escape does not cough or sneeze.”

“When they saw him making money, they said, "He is a man of business." When they saw him scattering his money about, they said, "He is an ambitious man." When he was seen to decline honors, they said, "He is an adventurer." When they saw him repulse society, they said, "He is a brute.”

“exquisite--such was Fantine; and beneath these feminine adornments and these ribbons one could divine a statue, and in that statue a soul.”

“As for us, we who do not believe what these women believe, but live like them by faith, never could look without a sort of tender and religious awe, a kind of pity full of envy, at those devoted beings, trembling yet confident-those humble yet august souls, who date to live on the brink of the great mystery, waiting between the world closed to them and heaven not yet opened; turned toward the daylight not yet seen, with only the happiness of thinking that they know where it is; their aspirations directed toward the abyss and the unknown, their gaze fixes on the motionless obscurity, kneeling, dismayed, stupefied, shuddering, and half carried of sometimes by the deep breath of Eternity.”

“This very slight change had worked a revolution.”

“Injustice had made her sulle, and misery had made her ugly.”

“There are certain natures which cannot have love on one side without hatred on the other.”

“To be wicked does not insure prosperity.”

“There are souls which, crab-like, crawl continually toward darkness, going back in life rather than advancing in it, using what experience they have to increase their deformity, growing worse without ceasing, and becoming steeped more and more thoroughly in an intensifying wickedness.”

“The gravedigger's work is charming when done by a child.”

“the goodness of the mother is written on the gaiety of the child.”

“Her heart ached, but she took her resolution. It will be seen that Fantine possessed the stern courage of life.”

“She worked to live; then, also to live, for the heart too has its hunger, she loved.”

“The moral world has no greater spectacle than this: a troubled and restless conscience on the verge of committing an evil deed, contemplating the sleep of a good man.”

“A reflection from this heaven shone upon the bishop. But it was also a luminous transparency, for this heaven was within him: this heaven was his conscience.”

“The souls of the upright in sleep have vision of a mysterious heaven.”

“Nature sometimes joins her effects and her appearances to our acts with a sort of serious and intelligent appropriateness; as if she would compel us to reflect.”

“It is sad to tell, but after having tried society, which had caused his misfortune, he tried Providence which created society, and condemned it also.”

“He felt that to increase his knowledge was to strengthen his hatred. Under certain circumstances, instruction and enlightenment may serve as rallying points for evil.”

“in our civilization there are fearful hours - such are those when the criminal law pronounces shipwreck upon a man. What a mournful moment is that in which society withdraws itself and gives up a thinking being forever.”

“he never was known to have a sweetheart; he had not time to be in love.”

“your name is My Brother.”

“You need not tell me who you are. This is not my house; it is the house of Christ. It does not ask any comer whether he has a name but whether he has an affliction.”

“Ignominy thirsts for respect.”

“You have knocked at every door?" she asked."Yes.""Have you knocked at that one there?""No.""Knock there.”

“People overwhelmed with trouble do not look behind; they know only too well that misfortune follows them.”

“On the contrary, as there is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher, everything was given away, so to speak, before it was received, like water on thirsty soil; it was well that money came to him, for he never kept any, and besides he robbed himself.”

“the purifying action of Conscience upsets the legal order.”

“In these creations, life and symbolic value are not in contradiction: they intensify each other.”

“Les Miserables is first of all the product of a varied experience of the world, containing the perceptions of an entire life. And this image of reality is also a realistic image. The symbol, as Hugo uses it, does not idealize things; rather, it expresses their spiritual meaning without disguising them.”

“The driver, a black silhouette upon his box, whipped up his bony horses. Icy silence in the coach. Marius, motionless, his body braced in the corner of the carriage, his head dropping down upon his breast, his arms hanging, his legs rigid, appeared to await nothing now but a coffin; Jean Valjean seemed made of shadow, and Javert of stone.”

“It is a novel constructed like a poem, where each character is only exceptional because if the hyperbolic manner in which he represents generality.”

“The infinite has being. It is there. If infinity had no self then self would not be. But it is. Therefore it has a self. The self of infinity is God.”

“For many great deeds are accomplished in times of squalid struggle. There is a kind of stubborn, unrecognized courage which in the lowest depths tenaciously resists the pressures of necessity and ill-doing; there are noble and obscure triumphs observed by no one, unacclaimed by any fanfare. Hardship, loneliness, and penury are a battlefield which has its own heroes, sometimes greater than those lauded in history. Strong and rare characters are thus created; poverty nearly always a foster-mother, may become a true mother, distress may be the nursemaid of pride, and misfortune the milk that nourishes great spirits.”

“To crush fanaticism and to venerate the infinite, such is the law. Let us not confine ourselves to prostrating ourselves before the tree of creation, and to the contemplation of its branches full of stars. We have a duty to labor over the human soul, to defend the mystery against the miracle, to adore the incomprehensible and reject the absurd, to admit, as an inexplicable fact, only what is necessary, to purify belief, to remove superstitions from above religion; to clear God of caterpillars.”

“The obstinacy of antiquated institutions in perpetuating themselves resembles the stubbornness of the rancid perfume which should claim our hair, the pretensions of the spoiled fish which should persist in being eaten, the persecution of the child's garment which should insist on clothing the man, the tenderness of corpses which should return to embrace the living."Ingrates!" says the garment, "I protected you in inclement weather. Why will you have nothing to do with me?" "I have just come from the deep sea," says the fish. "I have been a rose," says the perfume. "I have loved you," says the corpse. "I have civilized you," says the convent.To this there is but one reply: "In former days."To dream of the indefinite prolongation of defunct things, and of the government of men by embalming, to restore dogmas in a bad condition, to regild shrines, to patch up cloisters, to rebless reliquaries, to refurnish superstitions, to revictual fanaticisms, to put new handles on holy water brushes and militarism, to reconstitute monasticism and militarism, to believe in the salvation of society by the multiplication of parasites, to force the past on the present, – this seems strange. Still, there are theorists who hold such theories. These theorists, who are in other respects people of intelligence, have a very simple process; they apply to the past a glazing which they call social order, divine right, morality, family, the respect of elders, antique authority, sacred tradition, legitimacy, religion; and they go about shouting, "Look! take this, honest people." This logic was known to the ancients. The soothsayers practise it. They rubbed a black heifer over with chalk, and said, "She is white, Bos cretatus."As for us, we respect the past here and there, and we spare it, above all, provided that it consents to be dead. If it insists on being alive, we attack it, and we try to kill it.Superstitions, bigotries, affected devotion, prejudices, those forms all forms as they are, are tenacious of life; they have teeth and nails in their smoke, and they must be clasped close, body to body, and war must be made on them, and that without truce; for it is one of the fatalities of humanity to be condemned to eternal combat with phantoms. It is difficult to seize darkness by the throat, and to hurl it to the earth.”

“In this nineteenth century, the religious idea is undergoing a crisis. People are unlearning certain things, and they do well, provided that, while unlearning them they learn this: There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on condition that they are followed by reconstructions.In the meantime, let us study things which are no more. It is necessary to know them, if only for the purpose of avoiding them. The counterfeits of the past assume false names, and gladly call themselves the future. This spectre, this past, is given to falsifying its own passport. Let us inform ourselves of the trap. Let us be on our guard. The past has a visage, superstition, and a mask, hypocrisy. Let us denounce the visage and let us tear off the mask.”

“The beautiful is just as useful as the useful.”

“Cable by Victor Hugo (then in exile) to his publisher, upon publication of Les Misérables: "?" The publisher's response: "!" ”