Quote by Victor Hugo

Progress is the life-style of man. The general life of the human race is called Progress, and so is its collective march. Progress advances, it makes the great human and earthly journey towards what is heavenly and divine; it has its pauses, when it

Progress is the life-style of man. The general life of the h

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seems stagnant or regresses, but it continues to move forward and evolve. This quote suggests that progress is inherent to human existence and defines our journey towards a better and more transcendental state. It acknowledges that progress may face obstacles or setbacks, but emphasizes its persistent nature, highlighting our innate desire for growth, improvement, and a higher understanding of the world around us. Progress is not just a concept, but a fundamental aspect of human life that propels us towards a more enlightened and fulfilling existence.

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