The day that a woman who is passing before you sheds a light upon you as she goes, you are lost, you love. You have then but one thing to do: to think of her so earnestly that she will be compelled to think of you.
Victor Hugo...there is a point when the unfortunate and the infamous are associated and confused in a word, a mortal word, les miserables
Victor HugoWar can only be qualified by its object, and there is neither foreign war nor civil war, there is only just or unjust war.
Victor Hugo