If the infinite had no me, then me would be its limit. It would not be the infinite, therefore it would not be. Victor Hugo More Quotes by Victor Hugo More Quotes From Victor Hugo It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer. Victor Hugo prejudice vices real The first proof of charity in a priest, and especially a bishop, is poverty. Victor Hugo poverty charity firsts There are people who observe the rules of honor as one observes the stars, from a great distance. Victor Hugo distance stars people We are not loved by our friends for what we are; rather, we are loved in spite of what we are. Victor Hugo spite The production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth. Victor Hugo depth soul secret The man who fights against his own country is never a hero. Victor Hugo fighting hero country Dying is nothing. What's terrible is not to live. Victor Hugo terrible dying Women are more credulous than men. Victor Hugo trust men Because one doesn't like the way things are is no reason to be unjust towards God. Victor Hugo unjust reason way One sees qualities at a distance and defects at close range. Victor Hugo range distance quality Mirrors, those revealers of the truth, are hated; that does not prevent them from being of use. Victor Hugo mirrors use doe Let us say it now: to be blind and to be loved, is indeed, upon this earth where nothing is complete, one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness. Victor Hugo blind earth love The world of sleep has an existence of its own. Victor Hugo existence sleep world Hope is a delusion; no hand can grasp a wave or a shadow. Victor Hugo shadow honor hands Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty. Victor Hugo vanity wisdom fall It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of kings? Yes. Victor Hugo france ends kings There is such a thing as the pressure of darkness. Victor Hugo darkness pressure The true artist can only labor con amore. Victor Hugo artist labor art Excitement is not enjoyment: in calmness lies true pleasure. The most precious wines are sipped, not bolted at a swallow. Victor Hugo excitement wine lying Everything being a constant carnival, there is no carnival left. Victor Hugo carnivals left constant
