“Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.”

Your neck. I want to kiss it.

A great nose may be an index Of a great soul.

Stay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!

A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.

And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.

Stay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!

Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.

I-I am going to be a storm-a flame- I need to fight whole armies alone; I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel too strong to war with mortals- BRING ME GIANTS!

Your name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.

To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.

My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.

All our souls are written in our eyes.

The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?