The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends, and guarded him.
Victor HugoWhen two souls have finally found each other, there is established between them a union which begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.
Victor HugoWhile contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: 'Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday.' No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now Friday.
Victor Hugo