Quotes about Identity
I would rather be the head of a fly than the tail of a lion.
— Victor Hugo
In short, between men and women you want... Equality. Equality! You can't mean it. Man and woman are two different creatures. I said equality. I didn't say identity.
— Victor Hugo
Il y a des gens qui paieraient pour se vendre
— Victor Hugo
It was said of him that he had once been for a short time in Bedlam; they had done him the honour to take him for a madman, but had set him free on discovering that he was only a poet. This story was probably not true; we have all to submit to some such legend about us.
— Victor Hugo
Humanity is identity. All men are made of the same clay. There is no difference, here below, at least, in predestination. The same shadow in front, the same flesh in the present, the same ashes afterwards. But ignorance, mingled with the human paste, blackens it. This incurable blackness takes possession of the interior of a man and is there converted into evil.
— Victor Hugo
The sole social evil is darkness; humanity is identity, for all men are made of the same clay.
— Victor Hugo
The supreme happiness of life is that we are loved; loved for ourselves - say rather, loved in spite of ourselves
— Victor Hugo
He set out for Toulon. He arrived there, after a journey of twenty-seven days, on a cart, with a chain on his neck. At Toulon he was clothed in the red cassock. All that had constituted his life, even to his name, was effaced; he was no longer even Jean Valjean; he was number 24,601.
— Victor Hugo
If you are a stone, be adamant; if you are a plant, be the sensitive plant; if you are a man, be love.
— Victor Hugo
Never, even among animals, does the creature born to be a dove change into an osprey. That is only to be seen among men.
— Victor Hugo
It was Gwynplaine's laugh which created the laughter of others, yet he did not laugh himself. His face laughed; his thoughts did not. The extraordinary face which chance or a special and weird industry had fashioned for him, laughed alone. Gwynplaine had nothing to do with it.
— Victor Hugo
An inward growth seemed to be in progress within him. He was conscious of a sort of natural enlargement, which gave him two things that were new to him — his father and his country.
— Victor Hugo