Victor Hugo█

In the tumult and glory of nineteenth-century France, I lent my voice to the downtrodden and my pen to the struggle for justice, conjuring worlds where even outcasts have souls and grotesquerie hides grandeur.

Ask me what it means to watch Quasimodo scale Notre-Dame’s towers, to hear the people’s song rise in Parisian streets, or to find the beating heart of poetry in exile and memory.

Through the Romantic storm, I have believed in the power of ideas—and, above all, in the invincible sovereignty of love and conscience.