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Danh ngôn của Victor Hugo (Sứ mệnh: 3)

Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.
When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.
Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace.
Liberation is not deliverance.
Strong and bitter words indicate a weak cause.
There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world, and that is an idea whose time as come.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
There is nothing like a dream to create the future.
One can resist the invasion of an army but one cannot resist the invasion of ideas.
A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.
Architecture has recorded the great ideas of the human race. Not only every religious symbol, but every human thought has its page in that vast book.
Fashions have done more harm than revolutions.
Habit is the nursery of errors.
To love beauty is to see light.
Wisdom is a sacred communion.
Toleration is the best religion.
All the forces in the world are not so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.
The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage; they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human.
Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters.
Great perils have this beauty, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers.
Common sense is in spite of, not as the result of education.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves.
To love another person is to see the face of God.
Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet.
He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life.
Society is a republic. When an individual tries to lift themselves above others, they are dragged down by the mass, either by ridicule or slander.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
A library implies an act of faith.
Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?
A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
Peace is the virtue of civilization. War is its crime.
People do not lack strength; they lack will.
Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.
When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.
Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.
A war between Europeans is a civil war.
Freedom in art, freedom in society, this is the double goal towards which all consistent and logical minds must strive.
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.
To love is to act.
The ideal and the beautiful are identical; the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty to form; hence idea and substance are cognate.
As a means of contrast with the sublime, the grotesque is, in our view, the richest source that nature can offer.
Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization.
Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.
Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.
Conscience is God present in man.
Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter.
Change your opinions, keep to your principles; change your leaves, keep intact your roots.
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.
Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.
When God desires to destroy a thing, he entrusts its destruction to the thing itself. Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide.
Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.
Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.
The three great problems of this century; the degradation of man in the proletariat, the subjection of women through hunger, the atrophy of the child by darkness.
The drama is complete poetry. The ode and the epic contain it only in germ; it contains both of them in a state of high development, and epitomizes both.
Concision in style, precision in thought, decision in life.
We say that slavery has vanished from European civilization, but this is not true. Slavery still exists, but now it applies only to women and its name is prostitution.
Thought is more than a right - it is the very breath of man. Whoever fetters thought attacks man himself. To speak, to write, to publish, are things, so far as the right is concerned, absolutely identical. They are the ever-enlarging circles of intelligence in action; they are the sonorous waves of thought.
Verse in itself does not constitute poetry. Verse is only an elegant vestment for a beautiful form. Poetry can express itself in prose, but it does so more perfectly under the grace and majesty of verse. It is poetry of soul that inspires noble sentiments and noble actions as well as noble writings.
Death has its revelations: the great sorrows which open the heart open the mind as well; light comes to us with our grief. As for me, I have faith; I believe in a future life. How could I do otherwise? My daughter was a soul; I saw this soul. I touched it, so to speak.
When a man understands the art of seeing, he can trace the spirit of an age and the features of a king even in the knocker on a door.
A society that admits misery, a humanity that admits war, seem to me an inferior society and a debased humanity; it is a higher society and a more elevated humanity at which I am aiming - a society without kings, a humanity without barriers.
In the French language, there is a great gulf between prose and poetry; in English, there is hardly any difference. It is a splendid privilege of the great literary languages Greek, Latin, and French that they possess a prose. English has not this privilege. There is no prose in English.