Let us leave to the brain what belongs to it, and agree that the work of the men of genius is of the superhuman, the offspring of man.
Victor HugoIt is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer.
Victor HugoMarius was of the temperament that sinks into grief and remains there; Cosette was of the sort that plunges in and comes out again.
Victor HugoAn increase of tenderness always ended by boiling over and turning to indignation. He was at the point where we seek to adopt a course, and to accept what tears us apart.
Victor Hugo