A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

— Victor Hugo

A mother who loses her child can no longer believe in God

— Victor Hugo

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

— Victor Hugo

An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.

— Victor Hugo

Another said, "I don't ask six months, I don't ask two. In less than two weeks we'll meet the government face to face. With twenty-five thousand men we can make our stand.

— Victor Hugo

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.

— Victor Hugo

Are you what is called a lucky man? Well, you are sad every day. Each day has its great grief or its little care... Hardly one day in a hundred of unbroken joy and sunshine. And you are of that small number who at lucky! As for the other men, stagnant night is upon them.

— Victor Hugo

Are you what is called a lucky man? Well, you are sad every day. Each day has its great grief or its little care. Yesterday you were trembling for the health of one who is dear to you, today you fear for your own; tomorrow it will be an anxiety about money, the next day the slanders of a calumniator, the day after the misfortune of a friend; then the weather, then something broken or lost, then a pleasure for which you are reproached by your conscience or your vertebral column; another time, the course of public affairs. Not to mention heartaches. And so on. One cloud is dissipated, another gathers. Hardly one day in a hundred of unbroken joy and sunshine. And you are of that small number who are lucky! As for other men, stagnant night is upon them.

— Victor Hugo

Argot is both a literary and a social phenomenon. What is argot, properly speaking? Argot is the language of misery.

— Victor Hugo

As for methods of prayer, all are good, as long as they are sincere.

— Victor Hugo