Victor Hugo

“People who are overwhelmed with troubles never do look back. They know only too well that misfortune follows in their footsteps.”

“Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.”

“But, reverend master, it is not sufficient to pass one's life, one must earn the means for life.”

“It would have been difficult to say what was the nature of this look, and whence proceeded the flame that flashed from it. It was a fixed gaze, which was, nevertheless, full of trouble and tumult. And, from the profound immobility of his whole body, barely agitated at intervals by an involuntary shiver, as a tree is moved by the wind; from the stiffness of his elbows, more marble than the balustrade on which they leaned; or the sight of the petrified smile which contracted his face,— one would have said that nothing living was left about Claude Frollo except his eyes.”

“Si se quiere ser feliz, señor, no se puede tener sentido del deber; pues, si uno lo tiene, el deber es implacable. Se diría que nos castiga por querer cumplir con él; pero, no, más bien nos recompensa, pues nos precipita en un infierno en el que nos sentimos cerca de Dios. Apenas nos hemos desgarrado las entrañas, nos hallamos en paz con nosotros mismos.”

“Questa luce, cioè la storia, è spietata; essa ha questo di strano e di divino, e cioè che quantunque sia luce, e precisamente perché è luce, mette spesso dell'ombra là dove si vedono raggi; dello stesso uomo fa due fantasmi differenti, e l'uno attacca l'altro, e ne fa giustizia, e le tenebre del despota lottano con lo splendore del capitano. Da qui, una misura più vera nell'apprezzamento definitivo dei popoli. Babilonia violata diminuisce Alessandro; Roma incatenata diminuisce Cesare; Gerusalemme uccisa diminuisce Tito. La tirannia segue il tiranno. E' una sventura per un uomo lasciare dietro di sé dell'ombra che ha la forma sua.”

“Lavorava per vivere; poi, sempre per vivere, poiché anche il cuore ha fame, amò.”

“Mentre piangeva, la luce si faceva finalmente intera nel suo cervello, una luce straordinaria, una luce meravigliosa e terribile al tempo stesso. La sua vita passata, il primo fallo, la lunga espiazione, il suo abbrutimento esteriore, il suo indurimento interiore, la sua scarcerazione rallegrata dai tanti piani di vendetta, ciò che gli era successo dal vescovo, l'ultima cosa che aveva fatto, quel furto di quaranta soldi a un ragazzo, delitto tanto più vile e tanto più mostruoso in quanto veniva dopo il perdono del vescovo, tutto ciò gli tornò dinanzi e gli apparve chiaramente, ma in una chiarezza mai conosciuta prima. Guardò la sua vita, e gli parve orribile; la sua anima, e gli parve spaventosa. Tuttavia sorgeva un'alba di dolcezza su quella vita e su quell'anima. Gli sembrò di vedere Satana alla luce del paradiso.”

“Quando molte sensazioni hanno agitato la giornata, quando qualcosa preoccupa la mente, ci si addormenta, sì, ma non ci si riaddormenta. Il sonno può venire, ma difficilmente può ritornare.”

“La scarcerazione non è liberazione. Si esce dal bagno penale ma non dalla condanna.”

“O viaggio implacabile della società umana! O perdite di uomini e di anime lungo il cammino! Oceano nel quale cade tutto ciò che la legge lascia cadere! Funesto allontanarsi di ogni soccorso! O morte mortale! Il mare è l'inesorabile notte sociale dove la pena getta i suoi dannati. Il mare è l'immensa miseria. L'anima, alla deriva tra quei gorghi, può divenire cadavere. Chi la resusciterà?”

“in diciannove anni Jean Valjean, l'inoffensivo potatore di Faverolles, grazie al trattamento della prigione era diventato il temibile galeotto di Tolone, capace di due specie di cattive azioni: di un misfatto rapido, impremeditato, istintivo, da compiersi in uno stato di stordimento come rappresaglia per il male sofferto; oppure anche di un misfatto grave, serio, discusso nella coscienza e premeditato con quel falso raziocinio che danno simili sciagure. Le sue premeditazioni passavano per le tre fasi successive che soltanto le nature di una certa tempra possono percorrere: ragionamento, volontà, ostinazione.”

“Un prete opulento è un controsenso. Il prete deve tenersi vicino al povero.”

“Afirmava que tinha 'um sistema'. No mais, um espertalhão. Um filósofo. Existe gente assim.”

“Embora de sua aliança só resultasse o mal, havia algo de contemplação na submissão de Mme Thénardier ao marido. Aquela montanha de ruídos e de carne movia-se a um sinal do dedo mindinho daquele frágil déspota. Era, vista por seu lado mesquinho e grotesco, essa grande realidade universal, a adoração do espírito pela matéria; porque certas monstruosidades têm sua razão de ser nas mesmas profundezas da beleza eterna. Havia incognitas em Thénardier; daí o império absoluto daquele homem sobre aquela mulher. Em certos momentos, ela o via como uma vela acesa; em outros, sentia-o como uma terrível garra.”

“Eponine e Azelma não davam pela sua presença. Era para elas como um cachorro. As três meninas juntas não somavam 24 anos de idade e já representavam toda a sociedade humana; de um lado a inveja, do outro o desprezo.”

“France is great because she is France.”

“Ecclesiastes calls you the All-powerful; the Maccabees call you the Creator; the Epistle to the Ephesians calls you liberty; Baruch calls you Immensity; the Psalms call you Wisdom and Truth; John calls you Light; the Books of Kings call you Lord; Exodus calls you Providence; Leviticus, Sanctity; Esdras, Justice; the creation calls you God; man calls you Father; but Solomon calls you Compassion, and that is the most beautiful of all your names.”

“Of all the things that God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, alas! and the most darkness.”

“What love commences can be finished by God alone.”

“No temamos nunca a los ladrones ni a los asesinos; éstos no son más que los peligros exteriores, los pequeños peligros. Temámonos a nosotros mismos. Los prejuicios: éstos son los ladrones más temibles; los vicios: éstos los asesinos. Los grandes peligros están dentro de nosotros.”

“Nisi Dominus custodierit domum, in vanum vigilant qui custodiunt eam," Unless the Lord guard the house, in vain do they watch who guard it.”

“Red is an all-embracing colour,' said the bishop. 'How fortunate that those who despise it in a bonnet revere it in a hat.”

“I mean that man is ruled by a tyrant whose name is Ignorance, and that is the tyrant I sought to overthrow. That is the tyrant which gave birth to monarchy, and monarchy is authority based on falsehood, whereas knowledge is authority based on truth. Man should be ruled by knowledge.”

“It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer.”

“Books are cold but sure friends.”

“So long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, books like this cannot be useless.”

“The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”

“The modern spirit is the genius of Greece with the genius of India for its vehicle; Alexander upon the elephant.”

“There is suffering in the light; in excess it burns. Flame is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly, that is the miracle of genius.”

“Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure. To replace thought by reverie is to confound poison with nourishment.”

“First problem. To produce wealth. Second problem. To distribute it.”

“In vain we chisel, as best we can, the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny reappears continuously.”

“Succeed; that is the advice that falls, drop by drop, from the overhanging fruit of corruption.”

“Mankind is not a circle with a single centre but an ellipse with two focal points of which facts are one and ideas the other.”

“Superstitions, bigotries, hypocrisies, prejudices, these phantoms, phantoms though they be, cling to life; they have teeth and nails in their shadowy substance, and we must grapple with them individually and make war on them without truce; for it is one of humanity's inevitabilities to be condemned to eternal struggle with phantoms.”

“One day of happiness is worth more than a lifetime of sorrow .... Under ordinary circumstances, jealousy is a suspicion to the person who excites it and degrading to the person who indulges it.”

“The true division of humanity is this: the luminous and the dark.To diminish the number of the dark, to increase the number of the luminous, there is the aim.That is why we cry: education, knowledge! to learn to read is to kindle a fire; every syllable spelled sparkles.But whoever say light does not necessarily say joy.There is suffering in light; an excess burns. Flames is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly, this is the miracle of genius”

“Thoughtful minds make little use of this expression: the happy and the unhappy. In this world, clearly a vestibule of another, no one is happy.”

“The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state.”

“Happy, even in anguish, is he to whom God has given a soul worthy of love and grief! He who has not seen the things of this world, and the heart of men in this double light, has seen nothing, and knows noting of the truth.”

“A certain amount of reverie is good, like a narcotic in discreet doses. It soothes the fever, occasionally high, of the brain at work, and produces in the mind a soft, fresh vapor that corrects the all too angular contours of pure thought, fills up the gaps and intervals here and there, binds them together, and dulls the sharp corners of ideas. But too much reverie submerges and drowns. Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie it's pleasure. To replace thought with reverie is to confound poison with nourishment.”

“The prosperity of right is that it is always beautiful and pure.”

“Right is just and true.”

“Sacrificing earth to paradise is like leaving your fortune to a corpse. I'm not that stupid. Duped by the Infinite! I am nothing; I call myself Count Nothing, the senator. Did I exist before my birth? No. Will I after my death? No. What am I? A little dust surrounding an organism. What do I have to do on this earth? I have the choice of pain or pleasure. Where will pain lead me? To nothing. But I will have suffered. Where will pleasure lead me? To nothing. But I will have enjoyed. My choice is made. I must eat or be eaten, and I choose to eat. It is better to be the tooth than the grass. That's my philosophy.”

“The sunshine was delightful, the foliage gently astir, more from the activity of birds than from the breeze. One gallant little bird, doubtless lovelorn, was singing his heart out at the top of a tall tree.”

“Then, turning to his sister: "Sister, never a precaution on the part of the priest, against his fellow-man. That which his fellow does, God permits. Let us confine ourselves to prayer, when we think that a danger is approaching us. Let us pray, not for ourselves, but that our brother may not fall into sin on our account.”

“While they were thus embarrassed, a large chest was brought and deposited in the presbytery for the Bishop, by two unknown horsemen, who departed on the instant. The chest was opened; it contained a cope of cloth of gold, a mitre ornamented with diamonds, an archbishop's cross, a magnificent crosier,—all the pontifical vestments which had been stolen a month previously from the treasury of Notre Dame d'Embrun. In the chest was a paper, on which these words were written, "From Cravatte to Monseigneur Bienvenu.""Did not I say that things would come right of themselves?" said the Bishop. Then he added, with a smile, "To him who contents himself with the surplice of a curate, God sends the cope of an archbishop.""Monseigneur," murmured the cure, throwing back his head with a smile. "God—-or the Devil."The Bishop looked steadily at the cure, and repeated with authority, "God!”

“There exists yonder in the mountains," said the Bishop, "a tiny community no bigger than that, which I have not seen for three years. They are my good friends, those gentle and honest shepherds. They own one goat out of every thirty that they tend. They make very pretty woollen cords of various colors, and they play the mountain airs on little flutes with six holes. They need to be told of the good God now and then. What would they say to a bishop who was afraid? What would they say if I did not go?""But the brigands, Monseigneur?""Hold," said the Bishop, "I must think of that. You are right. I may meet them. They, too, need to be told of the good God.""But, Monseigneur, there is a band of them! A flock of wolves!""Monsieur le maire, it may be that it is of this very flock of wolves that Jesus has constituted me the shepherd. Who knows the ways of Providence?""They will rob you, Monseigneur.""I have nothing.""They will kill you.""An old goodman of a priest, who passes along mumbling his prayers? Bah! To what purpose?""Oh, mon Dieu! what if you should meet them!""I should beg alms of them for my poor.""Do not go, Monseigneur. In the name of Heaven! You are risking your life!""Monsieur le maire," said the Bishop, "is that really all? I am not in the world to guard my own life, but to guard souls.”

“He said, moreover, "Teach those who are ignorant as many things as possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces. This soul is full of shadow; sin is therein committed. The guilty one is not the person who has committed the sin, but the person who has created the shadow."It will be perceived that he had a peculiar manner of his own of judging things: I suspect that he obtained it from the Gospel.”