VICTOR HUGO
VICTOR MARIE VICOMETE HUGO, one of the most distinguished French writers .
VICTOR MARIE VICOMETE HUGO, one of the most distinguished French writers, was born February 26th, 1802, at Besancon, where his father was then commandant of the garrison. He early acquired distinction by his poetic effusions, and before he was thirty years of age, his published works were numerous, and his name famous. Odes and ballads,
romances, dramas, etc., flowed from his prolific pen. Shortly before the revolution of 1830, a literary revolution took place, at the head of which was Hugo. A band of young men, imaginative, ardent, and confident, sought to renovate French literature by departing from classic rules and models, substituting a varied and very irregular verse for the
monotonous Alexandrines of the old school. The new school, "la jeune France," as they called themselves, formed the Romanticists, and their opponents the Classicists. The literary war which arose lasted for several years.
There are many tongues to talk, and but few heads to think.
Table talk and lovers’ talk equally elude the grasp; lovers’ talk is clouds, table talk is smoke.
Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal.
If I speak, I am condemned.
I don’t mind what Congress does, as long as they don’t do it
If I stay silent, I am damned When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.
The first symptom of love in a young man is timidity; in a girl boldness.
To love another person is to see the face of God.
Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?
When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.
There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.
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