A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
EDMOND ROSTANDAnd if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTANDI am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
EDMOND ROSTANDA pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.
EDMOND ROSTANDThe dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTANDThe dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
EDMOND ROSTANDI am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
EDMOND ROSTANDAll our souls are written in our eyes.
EDMOND ROSTANDMy 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.
EDMOND ROSTANDTake it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
EDMOND ROSTANDYour neck. I want to kiss it.
EDMOND ROSTANDA pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.
EDMOND ROSTANDMy soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTANDA great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
EDMOND ROSTAND