Victor Hugo Quote
Citizens, the nineteenth century is great, but the twentieth century will be happy. Then, there will be nothing more like the history of old,we shall no longer, as to-day, have to fear a conquest, an invasion, a usurpation, a rivalry of nations, arms in hand, an interruption ofcivilization depending on a marriage of kings, on a birth in hereditary tyrannies, a partition of peoples by a congress, a dismemberment becauseof the failure of a dynasty, a combat of two religions meeting face to face, like two bucks in the dark, on the bridge of the infinite; weshall no longer have to fear famine, farming out, prostitution arising from distress, misery from the failure of work and the scaffold and thesword, and battles and the ruffianism of chance in the forest of events. One might almost say: There will be no more events. We shall be happy.The human race will accomplish its law, as the terrestrial globe accomplishes its law; harmony will be re-established between the souland the star; the soul will gravitate around the truth, as the planet around the light. Friends, the present hour in which I am addressingyou, is a gloomy hour; but these are terrible purchases of the future. A revolution is a toll. Oh! the human race will be delivered, raised up,consoled! We affirm it on this barrier. Whence should proceed that cry of love, if not from the heights of sacrifice? Oh my brothers, this isthe point of junction, of those who think and of those who suffer; this barricade is not made of paving-stones, nor of joists, nor of bits ofiron; it is made of two heaps, a heap of ideas, and a heap of woes. Here misery meets the ideal. The day embraces the night, and says to it: 'Iam about to die, and thou shalt be born again with me.' From the embrace of all desolations faith leaps forth. Sufferings bring hither theiragony and ideas their immortality. This agony and this immortality are about to join and constitute our death. Brothers, he who dies here diesin the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.
Citizens, the nineteenth century is great, but the twentieth century will be happy. Then, there will be nothing more like the history of old,we shall no longer, as to-day, have to fear a conquest, an invasion, a usurpation, a rivalry of nations, arms in hand, an interruption ofcivilization depending on a marriage of kings, on a birth in hereditary tyrannies, a partition of peoples by a congress, a dismemberment becauseof the failure of a dynasty, a combat of two religions meeting face to face, like two bucks in the dark, on the bridge of the infinite; weshall no longer have to fear famine, farming out, prostitution arising from distress, misery from the failure of work and the scaffold and thesword, and battles and the ruffianism of chance in the forest of events. One might almost say: There will be no more events. We shall be happy.The human race will accomplish its law, as the terrestrial globe accomplishes its law; harmony will be re-established between the souland the star; the soul will gravitate around the truth, as the planet around the light. Friends, the present hour in which I am addressingyou, is a gloomy hour; but these are terrible purchases of the future. A revolution is a toll. Oh! the human race will be delivered, raised up,consoled! We affirm it on this barrier. Whence should proceed that cry of love, if not from the heights of sacrifice? Oh my brothers, this isthe point of junction, of those who think and of those who suffer; this barricade is not made of paving-stones, nor of joists, nor of bits ofiron; it is made of two heaps, a heap of ideas, and a heap of woes. Here misery meets the ideal. The day embraces the night, and says to it: 'Iam about to die, and thou shalt be born again with me.' From the embrace of all desolations faith leaps forth. Sufferings bring hither theiragony and ideas their immortality. This agony and this immortality are about to join and constitute our death. Brothers, he who dies here diesin the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.
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