the cold and bitter scorn of the passers-by penetrated her very flesh and soul like a north wind. Autore: Victor Hugo Copy Quote More from Victor Hugo “Just see how idiotic one can be! One reckons without the good God.” “The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved--loved for o…” “His mind could do without faith, but his heart could not do without friendship.” “A phenomenon often seen. A sceptic adhering to a believer; that is as simple as…”