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76. Opening the Dawn

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Victor Hugo

I feel within me that future life. I am like a forest that has been razed; the new shoots are stronger and brighter. I shall most certainly rise toward the heavens... the nearer my approach to the end, the plainer is the sound of immortal symphonies of worlds which invite me. For half a century I have been translating my thoughts into prose and verse: history, philosophy, drama, romance, tradition...

The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.

There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.

There are many lovely women, but no perfect ones.

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

Those who always pray are necessary to those who never pray.

Those who live are those who fight.

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

To be perfectly happy it does not suffice to possess happiness, it is necessary to have deserved it.

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.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

To love beauty is to see light.

To put everything in balance is good, to put everything in harmony is better.

To rise from error to truth is rare and beautiful.

To think is of itself to be useful; it is always and in all cases a striving toward God.

Toleration is the best religion.

We see past time in a telescope and present time in a microscope. Hence the apparent enormities of the present.

Well, for us, in history where goodness is a rare pearl, he who was good almost takes precedence over he who was great.

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

What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.

What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.

When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.

Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign.

Wisdom is a sacred communion.

Men hate those to whom they have to lie.

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