Je hais vos idÃ©es, mais je me ferait tuer pour que vous ayez le droit de les exprimer. I hate your ideas, but I would have myself killed so that you could have the right to expres them.

Quote by Victor Hugo

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Prayer is an august avowal of ignorance.

Prayer is an august avowal of ignorance.

The ox suffers, the cart complains.

The ox suffers, the cart complains.

A person is just about as big as the things that make them angry

A person is just about as big as the things that make them angry

The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable.

The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable.

Men become accustomed to poison by degrees.

Men become accustomed to poison by degrees.

It is most pleasant to commit a just action which is disagreeable to someone whom...

It is most pleasant to commit a just action which is disagreeable to someone whom...

Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections,...

Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections,...

No one knows like a woman how to say things which are at once gentle...

No one knows like a woman how to say things which are at once gentle...

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is visible labor...

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is visible labor...

Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her,...

Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her,...

Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.

Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.

What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!

What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!

When God desires to destroy a thing, he entrusts its destruction to the thing itself....

When God desires to destroy a thing, he entrusts its destruction to the thing itself....

Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.

Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey

Life is the flower for which love is the honey

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

Ask not the name of him who asks you for a bed. It is especially...

Ask not the name of him who asks you for a bed. It is especially...

You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion...

You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion...

It's no use reminding yourself daily that you are mortal: it will be brought home...

It's no use reminding yourself daily that you are mortal: it will be brought home...

When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box

When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box

Although images of perfection in people's personal lives can cause unhappiness, images of perfect societies,...

Although images of perfection in people's personal lives can cause unhappiness, images of perfect societies,...

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.