A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
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 ROSTANDIt is at night that faith in light is admirable.
EDMOND ROSTANDYour name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
EDMOND ROSTANDThe dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
EDMOND ROSTANDTo offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
EDMOND ROSTANDTake it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
EDMOND ROSTANDAnd if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTANDYour neck. I want to kiss it.
EDMOND ROSTANDIt is at night that faith in light is admirable.
EDMOND ROSTANDTo joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
EDMOND ROSTANDYou must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
EDMOND ROSTANDA great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
EDMOND ROSTANDTo offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
EDMOND ROSTANDAll our souls are written in our eyes.
EDMOND ROSTAND