Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.
Victor HugoIf you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.
Victor HugoLarge, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.
Victor Hugo